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It never seems to fail that I fall to someone else's desires.

Complying to wishes for one being;

When I'd never dream of doing so for myself.

Lessons in stubbornness lost utterly on me;

While I give in,

Allowing myself to be used without complaint.

As someone observing the slow migration of time,

And the peculiar behaviour of man;

I wait.



Nothing seems to pierce the soft tender flesh,

Or the thin, filmy encasement of my skin;

Only because I am aware.

Deceit and betrayal are no longer strangers to me;

And I await their infrequent visits with bated breath.



With the lyric structure I recount much of what is lost during REM;

Vapid bouts of stale consciousness,

Streaming through with a deliberate air.

So much time is spent in disenchantment,

That illusion is left to flower;

While in disembodiment I begin to bud.



2:4:02; 9:30 pm