Behind the eyes of my compassion lies a suffering soul And in my blood a bitter darkness slowly taking its toll I feel the death of our connection and the fading of light Between the shards of sudden panic from choking on my life I see the scars of your addiction and the feeling you hide A blackened heart from all the hatred you will never rewind Within the depths of your depression hear you pleading for help Your just a shell of vacant ruin, a portrait of myself. I cant breathe alone You can guide me home. I am the face of your affliction. Feeding new life through the cracks in your skull. Beneath the skin of your aggression is a thickening fear A swelling plague from every devastating voice that you hear You feel the throes of contradiction in the world that you left Another day in your delusion, the neverending death. I cant breathe alone You can guide me home I can feel you here You can draw me near I am the face of your afflication. Feeding new life through the cracks in your skull. I am the pain of your conviction Stabbing you right through the back of your soul. This is life, this is love I can feel you here You can draw me near.
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