Hope is fleeting; I'm losing control.
Anguish exists inside of my bones.
Purpose - like a badge; stripped from my soul.
Thrills of the chase; I don't feel them anymore.
Cunning, lawless, blunt - that was me.
Crossing the line to get what I need.
Now I'm a ghost, simple and plain.
A descendant of torment, banish my name.
It's all changing; my understanding.
The cause, my muse - is proving aloof.
It's tired and fading away.
Defiance has taken a toll on my heart;
it's porous foundation is falling apart.
Vision - clouded, reasoning shrouded.
I'm desperate to bury it all.
What's made my life? Unending spite.
Relentless pursuit to covet what's true
is a gruesome and arduous lie.
I've made my life unending spite,
and it's fading away.
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