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#peculiar displacement

Sweet sensation I cannot overcome

The participation of another burn

The trash and the remains for which I've bargained

They sum up completely for the things that happened

Because one half is incomplete without the other

And mistakes are meant to repeat in a second

Oh, there comes trouble, my friend, be prepared

You're sick , you're twisted, you're full of despair

But don't play me for a fool, I know too well

You bought yourself a free pass to hell

Is there anything to keep you safe

Perhaps a faraway embrace, an unknown place

Your lips are dry, your smile is faded

A mind full of space to host a sick arrangement

Your wicked eyes can only stick for disgrace

I will not be there once you find your place

You probably know me better than I do

I write for you, you play me for a fool

There's no control when it comes to mischief

I play to the tune of deliberate worship

Of the mad, of the weary

The lack of control which occurs so easy

Digging up a thousand lonely souls

I remain but one, bound by hope

I carve an image that only help reveal

The parts that never get to heal

I behave according to justice

I crash within the hopes of solace

How cool is it, when you ask yourself

Which is the best answer that should justify yourself

By being, feeling, studying the depths

If you only lose yourself and never get but a faint cardiac arrest

I mourn till the end of the painful night

Till I breathe in the first rays of sunlight

I begin to fall apart at last

I mean I get by, I cease to exist.

Gone are the days where my goals were clear

Any suggestion that can make my intentions clear

I fancy any broken mirror, that resists myself

I lose myself when I find myself.