Open my eyes; cut the stitches of consequence
Not just another camouflage for contemporary coincidence.
Take my heart for what it’s worth; just pennies on a dollar.
Evacuate your heart and empathize with the broken.
Soft spoken solitude unfortunately left unspoken.
I am the ghost; I am the darkness; I am the shadows on the sidewalk.
Deny your sympathy to protect the path your pride walks.
Embrace your falsities, your facades and fabrications.
Wonder in the atrocity of limitless limitations.
Accept me to except me, but don’t expect me to be accepting.
Like the wicked tribulations that teach you to repress things.
Knights of Nosferatu, we are the city slicker martyrs.
Suck the last drops of our innocence; make these sidewalks even darker.
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