The intricacies of my insanity
where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
Through these blind eyes I now see,
Cover me in thorns,
Bleed me dry,
Sacrifice never knowing,
Sacrifice the truth,
Let everything unwind as my kingdom falls down around my feet,
A disposed king without subjects leading to live again,
Learning what truly defines who I am,
Not who I was,
Was that ever me?
Or was that the me you wanted me to be?
Was that ever me?
Or was that the me you made me be?
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I am the First Eve.
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