My dream in an empty sixth chamber
My Russian roulette world
The rapture in the eyes of a stranger
My will that never faltered
My infestation, you find the way
To spread your influence across every page
My conflagration
Burn me away
My willing descent into
A shallow grave
My strength in the face of the end
My brush with the sweetest death
The lengths you've gone to enslave
My every gasping breath
My incantation, you bind the waves
Til the tide refuses to come again
My complications
Turn me away
My chilling dissent
Against my fate
I've lived these moments in hollow states
Beneath abridged pretense, they follow me
The ghosts of those who ache with hate
For these engagements between the devil and dreams.
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