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I brook no lying for I bring out no sun, pageants and foolishness I won't win a one
But if for one day, someone opened their eyes, flee far away now, before misshapen I
A crime or a sin I have taken no pride, distant times now when I stood there inside
I stand in a shadow I carved from my soul, fiends that desire it, poisoned one and all
I see no favour in a light-tattered world, in my lucid dreaming, found hope like a pearl
A dream within me puffs out like pale fire, with nothing to quench it, ardent is the pyre
To choke through the victims and tear our their eyes, and never before, so grotesquely mine lies
To blacken my heart and send choly my way, ambivalent am I to this violent day
No sadness in me now, nor pain on the out, no crying or shouting or running about
A faint hinted darkness, my only escape, a miracle, friendly, like small child's jape
A hatred for none but that last enemy, a fury for nothing left, only for me
Take out this heart, kill it, a symbol of things, take what you want now, but be careful, it stings
Forged in the flames of hate, loved never since, could I have been simply, easily convinced?
None kind will find me here, nor help appealed, now is my fate readily, strictly sealed
My cold heart lies open, filling with ardent hate, how could another now stand up to debate?
Pain now a certainty, what could hurt me less, the fighting of fury, or weakened convalesce?
I stand a lieutenant of fury and pain, whatever ushered me in, now begins again
It seeks to consume me, and rages my name, and cleansing is the fire so distant a flame
Trying to shelter within your parent's home, know that I will stalk you, and find you alone
Drag you from the safety of guaranteed life, and into the darkness, I offer your knife
Take now an exit from destiny's standing, understand what you are quietly demanding
No-one should care if I fail you this day, Bastion's crying, wants his Falcor to stay
As luck now has run dry, a drought in the sea, now only in shadows, faded pictures of me
Burned out and left there like zephyr scattered ash, knowing my follies, and doomed to re-hash
The end of this dream leaves me there where I stood, save now that the future is all that I could
Best whisper a lullaby and beg out relief, and hope that I hold now no stronger belief
Above and below failed to impress me, still better to live in the middle and see
Sit out through a century, waiting for one, who I know and you know will now never come