Liberate.
My spirit longs to escape the prison of self, in my fear enslaved.
Apathy is the killer, the enemy of progression.
I'll Suppress my rage, in Exchange for familiarity.
Boasting faulty claims of advancement,
when All I know is misery.
Self loathing, pushed to my breaking point.
The constant search for clarity, will peace find its way in me.
Reject what is right.
Word of truth, falling on my deaf ears.
Clouded vision.
Impaired judgement.
Rejecting guidance, left alone to my own devices.
I slowly disintegrate.
My pride is hollow
My flesh is so weak
My spirit is crushed
I will find solace in death.
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This is sort of my reintroduction to Zao, after leaving off when they released 'Awake?' I am still getting to know the album, but it is intense, and I do enjoy it quite a lot. Autumn Amelia Sinclaire