Maybe...
Never was I tried to be me...

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A picture of lights taken to be real...

Heavens blessed thee
For all tears you let...

Cast out from hands are dust bringing no worth
The metal frame over my jaws too cold to taste...

Shards ripped tiny pieces, you dreamt of
No more to be found, everything's before you...

How to tell a myth from the fact is what I never...
Gestures I am not aware what is nice or not...

The seat of the feel wrecked
Unknowing eyes filled, wet...

As the machine of terror burned
The tongue of the skeptics, heretics...

Seeking mortality of portals above
Three standing, forefront the dark abode...

What we’ve fought for isn’t wrong
But somehow you forgot to see...

Fuzz of outgrown tentacles, on my wake I stand
The myth of a beast, the same they unearth...

Distance not withstanding
In trance, I paced miles of the unknown...