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Do you still believe

In roses so black

Which with their shadowy feel

Will tear this world in half?

Watching

Looking yourself in the mirror

Ah, what you will see

I can sense it

Fear is radiating from your eyes

Now what do you see?

What you do see

And what you want

What do you want to see?

An Angel?

On a bandwagon

On the highway to mankind

Hell!

Oh, how you love those false truths

I can see you in the boat of Charon

Standing prideful and dumb like Narcissus

Weaving your lies

Like some wretched form of the Moirae

Boldly spitting you poison

Without having the slightest knowledge

Of its use

Ignorant of its power

You are a fool

There is no fooling Charon

In front of the Ferryman

We are all our true forms

And one day

You will have to face the ugly truth

You too

Will stare into your monster

With disgust on your look

Desperately trying to run away

You will be terrified

And there will be no going back

Oh, to see your lousy soul

Keep watching with your blind eyes

Into the false mirror

You have amusingly designed for yourself

Bearing white frames

It’s ironically fitting your polluted soul

You will never be able to truly see

For you are no man

You are fear

Fear of truth!

The fear of Oneself!

Lying in an endless, dreamless state



Your words echoing in my head



I can hear them



Spinning their web of lies



While never before seen footage flashes



Before my eyes



A dream it is not



A dream it could become



But it woke me up



With a hunger



A hunger I could not satisfy



And there you stand



A master right over me



Still dripping your precious, lifeless rubies



Like an angel of the night



I can feel your cold embracing me



Digging its nails into my bare bones



And I can feel the craving crawling upon me



Shouting to me



“More”, “more”



But you will give no more



Saying it is for my own good



While I can feel your life still



Running through my veins



Like living ecstasy



Filling me



Affecting me



The only time I can really be alive



Is when I feel those hearts



Beating Slower



And slower



Right to the very end



I am cold



I am dead



I am alive



At last