In The Pocket Of A Samurai

I wrote my dreams on sarcophagus
Painted visions with the stars
Treaveled far away to Mars
You see this grief is ours
I've covered myself in hysteria
Driven mad by an area
Stir crazy in a tight space
I have demons to face
Consorting with Angels who fell down
They cut off my wings
And I lie
Telling them I still don't know how to fly
A bit of me died long ago
From the land of quiet geniuses
I suffer in the darkness
Mocked by empty screens and blank pages
I've been a real emcee for like ages
Never speaking to you
I'm at a life long funeral
Sadness
Madness
Gladness
Confusion
Fear
Greed
Need
Doubt
These are my sins
Destined to battle
Until my destiny is carried out

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