Plead
To be released in your void,
Which has consumed us far too many times before.
We promised ourselves that we wouldn't succumb (to this dissonance).
This fractured state,
Has engulfed our sense, of worth.
And our sense of reality.
Beg
So polished, you're gleaming with light.
Too tempting, resisting with all your might.
Blinded soul, on a misguided flight.
Silence the, demons' lethal appetite.
Seeking refuge from this burden
Which has all but,
Torn and worn us to shreds.
This blinding conclusion,
Has diverted the inevitable,
Guiding us back to you.
Focus on the pain,
Our only fragment of reality.
Wade through this disdain,
The only sanctity we've ever contained.
Worship your demons, let them mold and guide you.
Worship your demons, but do not let them inside you.
Worship your demons, let them hold and calm you.
Worship your demons, but do not let them control you.
This fractured state,
Has engulfed our sense, of worth,
And our sense of reality.
BEG
