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it eats through the walls, waits for the fall

patiently arrives, stone as my eyes

comprised of asbestos

forever denies, an uncommon momento

my target, in eden you were a battlefield

to think only for it to be real now, know i not how

lest it be a small thing, an against-the-wall thing

i rest it for to be only a shawl thing

to think the wrong thing, to make it all thin

time from this waste, five seconds haste

speaking through this tin, fabricate for you within

i hold a place for you inside

where blood comes in shades of red

waiting for an absolution, to leave it all on the bed

it's in my head



moving in the automatic

encased in all your windows

if dead, all left erratic

for this mind, celestial static

the eye's mind left intact

for this, i wish you could come back



let me inside, break it back to how it used to be

make it go away, because i'll never hold you in these

this sullen flesh, this hollowed mess, this ugly everything

back to how it used to be, or back to how it never was



i wish you could live in my prison

i'm carved from the front line, again and again

put me in the firing line, make me one last motorcade

i'm alone, a soul left in darkness, left to decay

bodies left here, wish i was one of them

wish you were never there