No matter what I will always have this
The markings or the code
Alone in the madness with a fucking digital quill
Most things are not real in this reality
We are making it happen
The limits of our imaginations is all that is real
I act how I feel in my heart
I miss the smell of my art
The staining of things feels nothing like this
Searching for permanence is futile
Humanity suffers from envy
It is very alien to encourage the dreamers
I know that now
Won't say how I found out
It's not a recommended method
Neither is this
The life of a poet is no way to survive Armageddon
Yet it's so perfect in it's tragedy
It would be hard to believe it wasn't made for me
I see what I dream then regret everything
Until later when I've forgotten the details
And it's all just another song
Josalisa...in a RiOt I guess.
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