Waindo
Kage in the Making 👑
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Clutch this soul,
And all it's depth;
Squeeze it out until nothing's left.
Rupture the relentless dichotomy,
Empty it out again;
It's filled with misdemeanor.
Full of substance,
Hell if I know.
This vibrant sound is pounding.
In my mind enslaving me,
Thoughts that cannot mend.
Acting out, hurting me;
Streams of noise are bumping.
Perceive the flap,
Of broken wings;
If mute you cannot sing.
Sobbing out with hushed out screams,
To the table lifeless bring.
Like benumbed by hidden hands;
Creeping up in the dark.
They're aware that they have hit their mark.
They take a dreadful stand.
Strike the pupil trough it's center
My soul is frozen like winter.
Blink these eyes so full of tears.
Or are they really splinters?
And all it's depth;
Squeeze it out until nothing's left.
Rupture the relentless dichotomy,
Empty it out again;
It's filled with misdemeanor.
Full of substance,
Hell if I know.
This vibrant sound is pounding.
In my mind enslaving me,
Thoughts that cannot mend.
Acting out, hurting me;
Streams of noise are bumping.
Perceive the flap,
Of broken wings;
If mute you cannot sing.
Sobbing out with hushed out screams,
To the table lifeless bring.
Like benumbed by hidden hands;
Creeping up in the dark.
They're aware that they have hit their mark.
They take a dreadful stand.
Strike the pupil trough it's center
My soul is frozen like winter.
Blink these eyes so full of tears.
Or are they really splinters?
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