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Wielding a sword of self justice. As I cut my way through strands of your chicanery. I gathered all my courage And I swore that you would not break me this time, Abandon my own mind. I’m sure you’ve felt my absence And now to me, I lack some kind of balance. Abduction of the mind is what we’ve found to be, Our own worst enemy. Imbue me with amity. Enter peril that I cannot see. If you spot no hope I want you to know. What’s left of me, needs time to grow. Needs time to grow. Your voice grows callous as it reaches my ears And I’m lingering in a hole I can’t escape. I feel your boneless breath bury our bind. Now watch us untwine. I am but a flicker soon to fade and maybe it’s the first time, I’ve finally cracked. A vagabond in my own mind, Creating plagues of putrid sentiment, that will leave me with sleepless nights. I can barely move my head As all I feel is soreness seeping from the oil, Residing on my skin. My face and back carries constant concern, And now you’ve left me to burn. Watch me regurgitate all thought, To suspend myself the sorrow of sinking again. You will never shine bright your colour, Only a temporary feature of the control you have. You are a current forcing me downstream. Imbue me with amity. Enter peril that I cannot see. If you spot no hope I want you to know. What’s left of me, needs time to grow. Imbue me with amity. Enter peril that I cannot see. If you spot no hope I want you to know. What’s left of me, needs time to grow.
