I have but one
life left to live
I’ve given up all the rest
this day that comes
will be profound
you will see that I am forgone.
Amongst the strife and the burning hell
that wakes my soul from slumber
yes you will see that I am found.

Beneath the earth
lies an angel’s wing that sings
a song of glory
it coalesces with my restriction
I have but one life left to live.
Its life of depravation is decaying slowly
let me see the part that makes you weak.
It allows me to see so clear my fate
because I am a rhythmic betrayal.
Yes you
will see
how I am chained
to the walls that I’ve made out of stone.

You
will see
how oft I mourn
and visibly the birds that make me thaw
though cold is the sea
that wraps my flesh
with nights that freeze the layers I augment.
I am a bleeding
scorching monster that sings
all through the life
that has but one left to live.
Yet I
have seen
others fallen into cracks
who lounge in hate
they don’t see the power of rage
because when I approach the fire
I know how to not get burned
when I taste the flickering embers
my tongue has yet to bleed.
The mountains of sand and the endless war
I am caught in the crossfire
was wrought by iron hammers
into a crosspiece
delicately sustained
the voltage I induce when electrified
transmits you a sharp jolt
traveling through you like a slipstream of turmoil
boiling all your nerves expelling groans.
How gallant is a man that endures such torment?
I am the
guardian that tires.
Rules do not listen to me
and neither me to them
if I ever find my buried rest
then this life will be rectified
held tightly in my arms
I have but one life left to live.

Very intense.....

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