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I’m left to the silence staggering

Benighted, madness clouds my sight

Can I survive in absentia?

And forge existence from delusions?

Visions closing in

As I follow him

The ideal is to take her path,

And cleanse the fate of the imprudent

Visions closing in

As I follow him

To meet her alive,

As she’s painting the skies,

Demise!

And I will forge this premonition,

As the spiral eludes,

And tear the bonds of adherence,

As I ascend in the unknown

(But) her eyes

Aspire

They blind

Her sight

The pain fades asunder

The pathway smolders

Impetuous denial

Resentment of time

To meet her alive,

As she’s painting the skies,

Arise!