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My mirage slowly fades into a jagged, transparent illusion of what I never was A delicate construction of a breathless tale It's all so contrived A frail thread to hang upon, fraying at the tips Now at the hands of Fate, with her knuckles so white Just a cleave, a snip from crimson shears, to end this bitter prophecy My sanctuary lies in flames, my heart tainted by ashes Like an angel without wings, a man without a shadow, A wolf without a howl... ...Lingering silences, never broken, never spoken, nevermore... Like a prophet without text, a king without a crown, A meaningless effigy, a straw dog The corpse of my conscious is soon on the pyre, embracing the warmth Embracing the fire So deafening, the silence of my thoughts A quivering apogee but yet an insightful awakening with open eyes Grayscale portraits of the past fall in place with the tinted visions of the future Cold wind against open wounds sends a shiver down my spine I watch as my mirage slowly fades into a bleak, derelict reality in which I always wanted Cold air, tainted dreams, decaying Take me back to the days when I was no one From Letras Mania