I can't know what you know, nor can I feel what you feel, and even in the simplicity of the open view of light I can not see you. I am only separated from you by an unreflecting mirror but still I am whole and in the drunken reality of my intoxicated soberness you clarify the false untrue of questioned answers and my words of blame become the broken glass I sip from which cuts my voice. You never lay quiet with the truth, you never numb the pain that you laid, my commitment resentment toward you has infected my faded discovery and during these circumstances I despise you and believe that I could kill you with my serenade - but in my concluded realization I know consequence is capable of anything. This face that you make me wear eludes embrace for that which you have taught me is prosecute and draw conclusions with penetrating persecution, I do not wish to be the tolerant, I do not hope to be the shattered Captain's sunken ship; the King of Nothing only sings wintery Sorrow's song with his last tear being spent amongst the sand. But I also do not wish to be the consequence. My vivid balance of power is separated by deserts and the absence of light, but in the seed of my creation is why you exist and because the re-birth of tradegy intoxicates my sobriety - the caverns of my mind, soul, and heart find council in your judgement and your promise.

You are the bad feeling within.

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