Decline

I'm the last of my kind what I am
is undefined Because a mirror only
shows the outside the subconscious
mind decides what is recognized and
a mirror in my mind would be despised
while I watch the world decline at
Twilight Inflamed in neglect but
deprived of the light The dark won't
depart till the source of illumination
Is isolated and refined The darkness
is its own creator Breathes the
suffering it brings Exhaling its decay
the darkness is the space between us
And though we are seen diminishing
No we are never left with less than we
began And though we're unseen we can
be felt existing Here with you
While I watch the world deprived I
just might Enraged from neglect
unexpectedly strike And attack with a
group that amassed when I pointed out
that a mass is more than its parts The
farther from the dark you're taken The
more enlightened that you feel The
darkness is decay The darkness is the
space between us Disguising everything
we earn to be as materialistic dreams
easing your lust for life on things
its kind of hard to notice stuff means
nothing It's kind of hard to notice
when you don't have a thing




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