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Nattens Sorte Ord

Staring at my reflection

That lies as much as I do.

Reminding myself

To keep the mask from slipping.

Afraid to see

What lies beneath the foundations.

Is there anything left but decay?

Is there anything left of me?

My kingdom.

Oh, my kingdom for an answer

To this cancer deep inside

That I invented.

A half-life I invited

A glass heart I constructed.

And no path that leads to home.

And I am calling.

Calling to God to save me

From my crushing guilt.

From the jagged pieces of my soul.

And I can near his laughter clearly.

Is he laughing with me, or at me?

And I guess it's fucking fitting

Either way.

How I plead.

How I desperately want to believe

That we are more than mere marionettes

Dancing on ethereal strings

Held by no one.

And yet the Puppets Dream I hold close

Just wanting to be real

For one brief moment.

Even after so many years

I can still feel the old wounds bleed.

And every step I take

Seems to remove me from myself.

The old me is dead.

The new stillborn.

 And I'm caught somewhere in between

The grave and the azure sky.

The sand in the hourglass runs low.

Let it fall.

Let it fall.

I never wanted to be me anyway.