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Parrallel Taking from me. Without my within me; life limited while in transition each piece falling from place. My sightless pondering inpiring me, fighting with me, siting past things I want gone from me. Trying to entice me, into action, to further my redemption. I am fighting me, pitting my love against my insincerity my imagination purging my hate. It is too late for me, take back my fleeting clarity I no longer want this. I was happily on my road, going down into forests darkened by dark souls. I don't want my redemption, having to fight haste, for my pale silver saviour. The right time may someday come, coming to free me, knock my senses back into me. Later though, it's still traveling with me, just parrallel, waiting to finally curve back into me. |