I will follow you to all the places we can search for, the unwritten flaws as it stained the glass in it's self absorbed, medicating state.
Golden copulation, extrudes mere formations of the Babylonian crystal desert, the sands wash a wave all over time. Drowning out the city's last known streets.
Pass the torch onto the next man, before it's all covered by sand. The urge to elude the very nature of space, makes holes in the atmosphere, extracting matter.
I'm out of time, it's all but over from my point of view. Strewn with fever from the black cat, as it sends chills. From time to time it doesn't represent my partner in crime.
Something sweet to wipe away the taste of decay. Make my time more beautiful than today. I can finally say, my wisdom of speech was buried deep.
But don't ask, to prove the existence of someone who has been retrenched, deep in the hollow maze, torn asunder from an organic blunder.
It's rich in human nature, because it holds no other answers, to somehow understand that you are not the intended guide for this miss representation.
Learned from times past, they were the only last traces of evidence that this state of mind existed. For no logic, no fear, no more my dear, the path is not very clear.
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