the final night

I recall you but I can't find you

I recall you but I can't see you...

I feel you and forget what I knew.

When my image kept glitching only you could feel truth.

Laid to rest my heart's desire,

Burn myself and touch your fire.

Heart that sickens with malcontent.

Chase your flame and singe my flesh.


Mark my skin and tie my tongue. 

We're preserved forever young.

Stars above and flames below.

Youth forsaken, frost and snow.

Cry for you but I'm here alone.

Ruined these songs that I used to know.

Careful tests, I failed them all.

Tightrope here and watch me fall.


Visit me and brought a gift.

Hated myself and fear persists.

Stranger's hearts and shattered glass.

Blood and bile, I wear a mask.

Even then, I know you're true.

I'm a fake- I'm not like you.

Still preserved in evening's arms.

Leave me here and then depart.


All my lies, you saw right through.

Evening came, you left so soon.

In these memories, yet remain.

In these memories, yet remain.

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