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Needs Core Membership Statistics 287 Deviations 714 Comments 8,128 Pageviews customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the It was not possible to ignore the static That screamed silent tension through the streets As I walked with jaded eyes and darkened heart Through these very streets I hated. Yet she was here; the one I sought Could only be found within this city Where every soul suffocated with the weight Of the burden that could destroy us all. I was not part of the struggle beneath I cannot lay claim to the conflict within I know not of the history of this hollow alley But I am infused into its tapestry. And the bizarre fabrication unwinds Around me and reshapes to encompas* My input, but my soul does not wish to know Any part of this horrid scheme of wills. The villain beside me still masquerades The ghost I cannot escape from My chains I perpetuate with this grief; This ghost is my sorrow and I. I can no longer get out or return I can never back down from this fate Which pulls me into its wretched shadows; I fall into the story that I have lived. But my dreams are over now and done Although my pain and grief have become more real I find myself disadvantaged with weakened powers That I have not time to learn again. I traverse the precarious path beside myself My shadow walks along side my angel I played to the light, but It wasnt listening; there was not To subject these preposterous notions To the annihilation of the rational And the condemnation of the faithful But then, what would we have But the despairing shell of an illusion Of a dream of contented freedom Come to this final resting place For the trinkets of our childish minds Said they didnt want them around How contemptible that it should end This way, and yet we somehow find Our peace here among the ruins Of our volition in this affair For surely there was never something Of the sort in the matter, so We must be deceiving ourselves