Long ago living life
walking paths, led to night
with my knights, the holy trinidy
now in a place called my memory
times are cold and so it's meant to be
within my world, dying rapidly
transcending too the age of apathy
but a single voice could change that history
now I don't know math and life's a lottery
I sit in dark, expecting cavalry
I wage a war but give my weaponry away
I meld in with my coffin's fabric till my bones are grey
a clown I am and many faces I display
sometimes I envy those who have gone and passed away
every day, within my mind, bad things occur
all the time, outside my head the world is a blurr
I was given elements, ingredients, intelligence
a big melding pot, given a stick and told to stirr
but I am handicapped, an anti-social Lumberjack
staggering on my breadfeet while I wish I was a Thundercat
hit me back, if your life has felt the same
u feel like painting portraits but leave a shitty stain
bite the fingers of the hand that feeds you, everyone's to blame
feeling/causing pain, trying to forget your own name
like a missing link I don't connect, breaking up the chain
the ship is set a sail and only I remain
hopes and dreams are set on fire, I'm waiting for the rain
my body's left in ruins though Vivid is my Brain

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