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I am a crooked masterpiece.

I stand at your feet,

gasping in awe of my crimes,

my crimes unforgiven.

This is a grinding,

This is a halt.

This is a slaughter

Of all I love.

This is a binding,

This is my fault.

This is a message

For loathing hearts.

Chariot

Chariot

There is a yearning

For the words unsaid.

There are times I tried

To be myself.

My life in glass houses

Comes to an end.

Every lie in harmony

Enters the light.

Break these

Rose red

Eye lids.

Hold your

Loose grip.

Sink your

Blade in

Our heart.

I am a crooked masterpiece.

I stand at your feet,

gasping in awe of my crimes,

my crimes unforgiven.

There is sickness in this water,

These riverbeds of drought.

There is sickness in this water,

This candle must burn out.

A chariot awaits us.

Swirls of fire in the wind,

Divide our hopeless hearts.

Find a glass worth looking in,

To progress we must endure.

An apology in

Wretched turmoil.

I want to feel again,

There are times

I feel broken.

There are times

I am unwanted.

There is bittersweet in every moment

We’re at sea.

You form in

Every stream and

Every mark along my palm.

It’s the beauty of gardens

Against glass against

Everything in azure.

I am just the knots.

A broke finale:

Spoken final words

In heaven.

All is lost

In these pages,

In this bible.

I will lose control.

I will lose control.