I am agony. I am the thought that spurs from antagonizing, I am an apparition that is subsequently rising from the steam you generate when you breath.

Create something, say something different than the normal fasade between your split lips, just listen, I am the vision you see when you dream oh so lonely.

I am emptiness in the purest of forms, extracted from the bones of the souls less fortunate, I found an opportune time to strike and embed myself in your heart, your eyes, your tongue, I am that smell in your dwelling.

Again.. Against..

I am the form of true anguish, Pulling on the leaving coat tails of love, I am the over, the under, the in between, I am always there when you fall, I am the monster in your dreams, I am the one that holds you when you have nothing but a pillows seams, I am Love, I am hate, and everything in between.

I am eternal, as long as we breath, I am emotion, I am devotion, I am revolution in the eyes of men. Have it once or twice or thousands of times, have me when you break down and do it again.

I am everything, and in the eyes of the beholder and his brother over his shoulder, I am what makes your heart beat, but you say I’m nothing.

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