Benign virus
On the verge of solitude
Malignant cure
On the brink of extinction

A flawless black
With an endless wrath
A tainted white
On a cleansing path

Both shackled by the face of red
A shadow of aggravation and indifference
An entity of desperation and short-termed bliss
The schizophrenic emptiness flowing through my veins
Burns and stings like a venomous bite
Abysmal loathing for the inner gemini
Catalyst for the final struggle

The mind floats between a two-dimensional world
Dividing the body, straining it's movement
Only one can reign this organic paradox
I need to shed my mirrored self

I am the final and the absolute
We are the just and the unjust
I am the beginning and the wavering
We are the irony of ourselves
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The logic of this realm is clear
Yet distorted with no sense
It's purpose both revealed and hidden
Depending on the angle of sight

Bouncing violently in a vortex of tranquillity
A vivid calm showers me, leaving me dry and withered
Now a moving stagnation, forced to a standstill
Due to the imminent failure of the soul

Benign virus, on the verge of solitude
Malignant cure, on the brink of extinction

I am the final and the absolute
We are the just and the unjust
I am the beginning and the wavering
We are the irony of ourselves

I am the final and the winner
We are the end with no beginning
I am the final and the loser
We are the reversal of the living

by emo_kid

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