Belong With Us

A bit of a friendly desire.
Sheets of metal, which chemically represent us.
Our own satisfaction has inspired our own evolution.
Dead awake us, and record our heartbeats.
And we will represent the advertisement, that covers a world of posters, and a mind that censors.
Little child stay near, don’t ponder the open walkway.
What a dangerous step, so please be mine, never stray away.
And be of obedience, don’t reach outbound, stay close.
Close eyes to the obvious repayment, I’ll make you lie.
You’ll never have a clue, become my archetype.
Cause’ you’ll never know…

Time Line

I’ve escaped.
From this home, no more shelter, unprotected larva.
And the deadly silk, it’s venoms, with it’s gentle caress.
And holy figure, keep me safe, undeveloped, not my own.
And I pray for the best of hopes, I’ll return home, but I’ll fade away.
Consult my only ignorance from leaving my personal identity.
Years are coming, as time dissolves.
Keeping my faith, but it’s f***ed me enough.
Growing fly, not a child, but a feeble man.
Frail, as my shell, unprotected as before.
And holy figure, keep me safe, undeveloped, not my own.
Keep me safe.

Camrea Eye

Disposable Accuracy of Goals
I’m gathered, I believe in a defying grasp pulling at us.
Ready to vacuum that soul of morals, and hatred.
And those dream subtracted by goals, adding reality to one.
Cary on, and I will lift my own arms of protest.
“Bring my boy home” He’ll never return, for he was killed this suffering year.
No passion will be brought back, cause’ this safe lock shut your secretive box.
I’ll keep these moments, removing the outlines and silhouettes of the flesh of a skeleton.
Inside artwork, falling tears, everlasting.
This is pitiful, I am pitiful, I’ll never regain this missing key.
And that box of mine, spirited me and my other heart.
My cold, destructive heart.
Lining up those final lines of wording, just to be calculated to a change.
Find this blue sky, justify, and so lost again.
Sinking me in, falling upwards, climbing diagonally.
Tape my chest shut, operation is unsuccessful.
I’ll wait for another chance, I’ll misuse it for someone’s opportunity.
My box is open, and I feel for it as a trick.
As my dimmed heart, it glee’s with communication.
I’ll treat you at better then this…

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