
I was caressed by the void
And in my grasp I was taught the art of clutching absence
I can feel that void
And in that leeching darkness I was taught
That no haven shall console me
Now I see the void
And through my view I observe to crave no triumph
Because each day I walk the void
And through the trudge I see that desire is agony
And that weak shores must become dominion
Each day a duty is laid before me
I must live up with a shape: devotion
Bearing the void i’ve studied
Emotions are their own shape: shattered
Only my own willpower outlasts
Yearning for nurture I do so
Through order
Through honesty
Through the thousands
Through secrets
Through the long treaded path
I starve
Seeking weary rest
I do achieve temporary bliss
Transforming to dishonor in myself
I sulk in saccharine sorrow
Before looking to the fleeting light
I forget my drowning
Sallow my sorrow
And rise from the deep
When I stand
Im alone
But in serenity
Im driven by a resonant fury




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