I float as the parasites in my dry eyes rise Through the viscous vision, they insist I witness The pessimist intensified, the circuits fried As I scribe, the pyrrhic parity, consumes the animus The ruins of Daedalus, exhumes insanity The destiny of dystrophy atrophied reality The illusion of truth, strangles the totality As I realize, the dead in us rise I surface from the working of madness As the lattice of the synapses collapse from the distress I’m impressed by the weight of the depression Another step into the nothing, as the wraith professes perjury Sum up the profanity, accumulating injury The twitch reaches fever pitch ripping skin, its incredible The choir calls in, the morbid curiosity The crystalline existence, confines in the incision

I cry, shaking for release, from the flesh casing As the depravity is bearing on me The gripping hand slacks back I am the heart of the singularity I’m reaching fervor from the fever The epitome of critical design The frequent sequence pulses I won’t escape the prison in time

The warden hoards in symphony, reeling feelings As the killer finds the silver lining Shards of glass crack off the mirror Staring at the picture of shame They insist I repress the witness within Another process of the programming I’m tearing hairs where the threads remained Another gear into the synchronizing I’ve been covered in the stains of malice, for far too long Its bearing down, the demon’s cloud It’s one more body to the mechanism It’s burning metal, as the psyche schisms Prism of insanity, prison of the comedy I’ve reached the end of the demise Ascending, critical, sun’s rise As I drowned in the infinite time line From the sea of catastrophe Wings burning from the release, of this reality

I cry, shaking for release, from the flesh casing As the depravity is bearing on me The gripping hand slacks back I am the heart of the singularity I’m reaching fervor from the fever The epitome of critical design The frequent sequence pulses I won’t escape the prison in time

engines wrench the wretched closer Oxygen escaping me, now is not the time of breathing I’ve arrived, event horizon, terminal velocity Speed increasing, blood boiling How long has free fall taken me

I’ve culminated the design I cry, shaking for release, from the flesh casing As the depravity is bearing on me The gripping hand slacks back I am the heart of the singularity I’m reaching fervor from the fever The epitome of critical design The frequent sequence pulses I won’t escape the prison in time

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