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Perfectly Flawed
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Old School Drown around and sleep on the way down
A frown, with a brown tone
Blown away by precious thoughts
So dear and so close, they hold your life in hands
So let it rain down upon us
Through the beauty in the dissonance
We will learn to appreciate the façade that life throws at us
You carefully bring yourself to believe what isn’t true
Touch my garden
The roses will enlighten you
The beautiful sky blowing ever so peacefully
The sun shining all day long, warming our bodies from the cold world
A departure plan from the abstract
Why does it feel like a dream?
Yet it felt so real, so alive
Golden sparkles of majestic beauty
So elegant that our world becomes vibrant
Yet smiling beyond the darkness
I feel the mundane poison running through my veins
The rain pouring down
I wish to find what eye candy was once
A delirious man, in the wake of his own mind
Seeing the gray garden
Walking through the embers
The embers that emblaze the circle around him
Wrathfully yours, a bittersweet symphony to the end
A tear rolling down his cheek, he smiles to see his end
As the flames engulf the garden
He stands afar, and watches the garden burn
In a blissfully surrendered fashion
Cries and shrieks are heard afar
Yet, not a single inch of movement
Standing tall, too proud to atone for his sins
A man who once saw beauty in life
Now sees everything in the gray
Nothing more devastating than betrayal
Turning his back as he slowly walks away
The garden burns till the end of time
Watching the sun set over the horizon
The sky darkens and illuminates
A place in the mind of this man
Where he burns his happiness
A fatal travesty
To turn to the other side
