Confessions

Find the chasm sinking swiftly

I slip into a sea of cynical sorrow

Open the mouth of the devil softly

Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow

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Hear the vacant void of venture

Sleeplessly singing servitude

I’m a slave to the wiles of pressure

Render my honor destitute

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Cracks kill in this chasm

A gaping hole to swallow

Afraid my time has come

Unfortunately I’m only hollow

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A spark of an ember?

Only a flicker of fire

It began as a tremor

A sacrifice required

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You have chosen

So be it your path

Your innocence frozen

Your downfall, a bloodbath

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