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Voiceovers came to be sleepovers,

or just cuddles, I could careless.

Caress the afflicted and cure ya addiction, I will.

Decide what’s best for my stability, or yours.

Realizations become elongated, and stretch further than you can fathom.

Will you aid in the vanquish of my phantoms?

Several times, I seen the reapers, but they’re no keepers.

Nowadays these creepers, won’t leave ya alone

Laisse moi prendre,

toute ta douleur,

et transformer les graines en fleurs,

Heights to skylines with turbulence at my behind. 

Oh, I am in flight into the night with no ceilings; higher than any kite.

Knight me a Jedi as I see with the mind’s eye instead of these two pupils.

Iris’ turned blue, so who you think is true? 

Smoke and mirrors concocted with spells held close to throat.

I’ve severed all ties to the rope,

so here I swing with both wings.

Fullfilling empty promises as the dust sits,

I spit on the cursed ground as the dust sifts.

Beneath the surface, beneath the concrete awakes,

a rose, sharpened thorns; a queen with horns, no halo.

Promises from anonymous, synonymous with her,

being someone in a world filled with none.

So if I lie awoken, buried in shrubble, I tumble to release my troubles.

As I climb out; resurrected in fashion because I died too many times in passion. 

Too become what I will Become, is what I’ve enchanted with promises of fury filled passion. 

Now these haters lashin’ out, as I cast em out. I spoke existence into a nonchalant form of resistance, so I shell em with doubt.

Our beliefs create our realities, so let me ask you,