The Fate Model

The moderness Prima donna The diva diabolical The perpetual sway Of dimming light Flames dance Juxtaposed Encroaching canvas Morals corrupted Predictability Isolation from exit wounds A spiritual carrion A glimpse into succubi Mind hoping neurotic Narcissistic narcotic Breadcrumbing Debonair The debutante The beauty And the final arching Symphony The push The pull Deceived The trauma Turn you into Someone I don't know A godless angel Artificial candles Vampiric and mishandled The wind came to Murder it for us Architecture A betrayal play Writhing in smiling villainy 90 pounds of homicide Matriarchal suicide device Color me dead The migrate attire Stab wounds swagger With the moves Life taken With the dagger Id take to see With the need of Comforting friend His wounds create A picture to paint Retribution marks From it now developing Emptiness incarnate This frame is bleak Fractured and weak Symphony is a paradox A catch 22 You'll still hope Yet existence Was maintained In starless atrophy Painting all that I see It doesn't matter It's a broken you and me I must weld this shut Since humanity Cannot shine Due to cracks Of calloused flesh To build armor As a mechanism Of walls to keep From another wound I've best defined Wallow in the brine A severing of better times A myriad of redundance Leeching only Negative balance In a world Of perpetual abundance Hell is knowing there Will never be another us You can't force me To hate you It's just to mask The pain of loss So I hold onto the anger As I grip it tightly A comforting friend Within the fetid space Longing for Another time and place A comforting friend Within the fetid space I can still picture your face A comforting friend Within the fetid space A comforting friend I can still picture your face Hell is knowing there Will never be another us You can't force me To hate you It's just to mask The pain of loss So I hold onto the anger As I grip it tightly Wallow in the brine A severing of better times A myriad of redundance Leeching only Negative balance In a world Of perpetual abundance Hell is knowing there Will never be another us You can't force me To hate you It's just to mask The pain of loss So I hold onto the anger As I grip it tightly A comforting friend Within the fetid space Longing for Another time and place A comforting friend Within the fetid space I can still picture your face A comforting friend Within the fetid space A comforting friend I can still picture your face This frame is bleak Fractured and weak Symphony is a paradox A catch 22 You'll still hope Yet existence Was maintained In starless atrophy Painting all that I see It doesn't matter It's a broken you and me I must weld this shut Since humanity Cannot shine Due to cracks Of calloused flesh To build armor As a mechanism Of walls to keep From another wound I've best defined Wallow in the brine A severing of better times A myriad of redundance Leeching only Negative balance In a world Of perpetual abundance This frame is bleak Fractured and weak Symphony is a paradox A catch 22 You'll still hope Yet existence Was maintained In starless atrophy Painting all that I see It doesn't matter It's a broken you and me I must weld this shut Since humanity Cannot shine Due to cracks Of calloused flesh To build armor As a mechanism Of walls to keep From another wound I've best defined