Thoughts and memories I've shaped To the figures that can't be defined My misconceptions have given me these scars Will someone please annul the imprints The ones that have been left upon my conscience Now...mark my word Now...watch the moon Here...in pure silence I'm searching for the bliss When the murder of crows blocked the light I thought the air was black But it was the thickness that hindered my breath It must end I said My hearing has been all but torn by lies It must end I repeated I told my ears they would bleed no more It will end I finally assured myself This is known because it was I who smiled When a tear in the eye of the beholder was apparent Now surely enough it is me that is crying Did this tear really fall from my face? Am I the beholder or its enemy?Birth sign: Libra
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