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I look to the mirror, hoping to glimpse the pieces I lost so long ago
The flaming ardors I clung to
Glowing embers, now gasping for breath.
In what land, which kingdom, did they hide?
The answer appears clearly, but with a foggy vague.
I spent so much time, in my younger years, trying to unearth the ghosts in my soul
and only now have I begun to see them eye-to-eye.
I used to think my dreams were insightful. Indeed, they were at the time.
As it turns out, the visages I met in those journeys were but puppets. Actors masking the true inhabitants.
I never understood how I could be different people in my dreams.
I could be a malevolent destroyer.
A Saint, A Martyr!
-Then, I began to break open the shackles chaining up my true being.
I melted my reality. I thrust my head into hell just to have a peak, to free the ghosts, sought what I seek.
And it will take some time, but when I finish documenting it,
ην σκοτουσ,Φωσ
The flaming ardors I clung to
Glowing embers, now gasping for breath.
In what land, which kingdom, did they hide?
The answer appears clearly, but with a foggy vague.
I spent so much time, in my younger years, trying to unearth the ghosts in my soul
and only now have I begun to see them eye-to-eye.
I used to think my dreams were insightful. Indeed, they were at the time.
As it turns out, the visages I met in those journeys were but puppets. Actors masking the true inhabitants.
I never understood how I could be different people in my dreams.
I could be a malevolent destroyer.
A Saint, A Martyr!
-Then, I began to break open the shackles chaining up my true being.
I melted my reality. I thrust my head into hell just to have a peak, to free the ghosts, sought what I seek.
And it will take some time, but when I finish documenting it,
ην σκοτουσ,Φωσ