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I don’t understand

Myself right now

None of this was planned

Life is different, how?

My heart is cold

Where it once was warm

Touched with gold

But now a storm.

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I crave what is beyond the means of my mind

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And maybe you're just

another bad habit,

that I'm struggling

to let go of.

This might hurt me. //ma.c.a

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I know sometimes the mind

likes to play those tricks

where you can not find

anything for your fix

influenced by others

courage not given by nature

surrounded by brothers

all of different flavors

infuriating patience

lit like a short fuse

no such thing as complacence

can’t see the views

so much ahead

blurred by influence

body like lead

cycle continuous

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For someone

She likes to lay with an angel

Its figure warm and comforting

Just a touch felt for ages

Reverses her plummeting

But oh how opposite

The angel and the devil

Her hunger to predominate

In pain she revels

“To ruins you will go with me

Intoxication in my blood

Now is your time to flee

For your heart will flood”

“To ruins I will go with you

Contaminate my mind

If wanted, I would have flew

So in I’ll go blind”

For it was not kind

Moreover a battle

The damaged the confined

But let that love rattle

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Just like our minds

The man in the moon seems to grin,

With the high tides that start to roll in.

Then the wolves start to howl and cry,

All signs of day commence to die.

The sarts arrive and illuminate the ebony, dingy, night,

Feel the tension surrounding the White Knight.

His brother, the other, the impeccable doom,

The aura around him, gunmetal gloom.

Their story, the family, one for the books,

Not like those ones with no arm but a hook.

The clashing and smashing of flesh and armor,

The feud between them continues to grow larger.

They fight fire with fire but one assumed good,

The bond, the allegiance, none for this brotherhood.

The bad and the good come together at last,

The black and the white, the inital contrast.

From beginning of life there was a vendetta,

Between the day and the night, the undecided dilemma.

Now the sun paints the sky with its fine colors,

While the morning comes, and disposes of the brothers.