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Visionless Visionaries
All of us,
sleepless insomniacs,
looking for someone just like us
to fall asleep with.
Virgin nymphomaniacs,
looking for love in all the wrong places
where love can never be found.
All of us,
fallen angels that never got to hit the ground,
caught in an endless spiral of distraught
along this perilous life that,
while never-ending,
never really got to start.
All of us,
trapped inside ourselves and never within one another.
Miserable but never quite sad,
lonely but never quite alone,
longing for the touch of those whom shall never give it
and denying our own touch to those who crave it the most.
All of us,
insomniacs just wishing for an eternal peaceful sleep
alongside someone who will dare dream with us.
All of us,
sleepless insomniacs,
looking for someone just like us
to fall asleep with.
Virgin nymphomaniacs,
looking for love in all the wrong places
where love can never be found.
All of us,
fallen angels that never got to hit the ground,
caught in an endless spiral of distraught
along this perilous life that,
while never-ending,
never really got to start.
All of us,
trapped inside ourselves and never within one another.
Miserable but never quite sad,
lonely but never quite alone,
longing for the touch of those whom shall never give it
and denying our own touch to those who crave it the most.
All of us,
insomniacs just wishing for an eternal peaceful sleep
alongside someone who will dare dream with us.
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Innocence
Innocent, at the age of three
When Father first imprisoned me
I am special, born with a gift
Any object, my mind could lift
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I could force some to obey my commands
Like puppets moved by invisible strands
Any mind, I could read or speak
My mind: powerful. My body: weak
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Though I am gifted, I say am cursed
Father promised the best, but gave the worst
All questions answered, all tests passed
I do not want this life to last
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I made the white monsters hallucinate
I no longer wish to participate
Now is the time that I instigate
Now is the time I retaliate
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Like this. It rings true, at the moment anyway. You have a way with words, this flows really well, well I think so anyway.