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confined to a room inside my psyche light reflects direct at pupils to spite me rightly, time to board windows to existence in an effort to approach coming days with less resistance I can see your shadow, image means even less with a soliloquy of similes you spark to impress I'm dejected by the fact I hear them through these walls I feel rejected but intact from all the demons it lulls strumming chords to a broken soul, self-righteous repentance with full acceptance of the future he now sees as a sentence if I was feeling your fantasy, to life I'd derive given the chance to glance at me, I know you'd never survive I show you walls and you can sing to them, awaiting the day Letras de cancionesthat I might greet you at the door to make the clouds go away simply to say that that's impossible the lifestyle I've chosen has left corrosion, now my woes are inoperable (chorus:) it's everything it's everything- his wings have returned it's like the fall of competition, like he's never been burned it's nothing it's nothing, just a passing effect although it had some inspiration, it was all indirect it's everything it's everything, it warms the heart it was complete compatibility, communed from the start it's nothing temptation only time reserves because it's everything he wants and nothing that he deserves the rain splashes off our faces but every time I leave the room, it's like the wind's trying to chase us haste creates nothing but trash, and so says a maxim with significance on minutes for the person who lacks them paints the portrait of disparity with passing breath and formulates the frivolities that will fashion his death depressed, little to no light now enters the room but our protagonist's an agonist for leaving too soon and when he does exit, she always makes him at home when he returns, he drags the weight of sad states that he owns he writes poems, hoping someday that they might be read even dictates them verbatim right off the top of his head like an unconscious force has found fuel within his suffering begging her to break barricades and start discovering two egos interact and distraction's the game because the second she steps in the room, she won't be the same (chorus) it's becoming more apparent, she's intrigued by the room smart enough for suspicions but not sure what to assume he tightens up his defenses, reinforces, refutes and just like spinning propellers, his dialogue convolutes instituting further intrigue, it could have been deliberate searching for responsiveness from every single syndicate all in attempts to increase internal merit if the rhetoric decreases, it's the beast that he'll inherit overwhelmed and narcissistic, time will claim it and wear it sweating the heat of identity- he can no longer bear it maybe a dream or maybe conscious, the face will return that causes spasms of synapses and the muscles to burn opaque eyes, warped disguise, there is approach without motion no warning, light fades, darkness starts to encroach him he only questions whether he was even given a choice but as he writes, a thought strikes, maybe she was the voice oh god, what if she was? what was she trying to tell me? (chorus) From Letras Mania