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knotted beyond your seer's reach

truths of old pain clutch to your flesh

slowly they grow - a part of thee

but what do they serve? who will you be?

essence how come that you've been false

hidden, disguised as all life's cost

crimson rivers now numb my feet

fever, endless fever now becomes me

the old eye awakens

thy measure's lost

my old pain, warm and bitter

it's time to let you go

oh how much will I miss you

I reluctantly let go

and though it feels that through this rupture

a part of me is lost

I will still seek clearer vision

and I shall pay the cost

my old pain, cold and hurtful

it's time to let me go

you have served your one purpose

it's time to let me go

leave me torn and battered

beyond the realms I've known

where I can meet a soul which shines

much closer to my own

and yet on the back of my whole existence I always miss you

oh will, oh my will

save me from the dark

these eyes yearn to see

reality extended

out by pure hearts

the ones that beat free

and my lungs need to breathe

the wind that leaves me bare