Inspiration on the edge of a blade

We make our choices
Each one slaved to our voices
This pain is lossless
Format break me free

Hearts in chains
What do I know of acclaim
Accused of being heartless
Truth hidden in darkness

Break me free by enslaving me
Putting your needs in front of me
I’m in control but at a word it stops
It stops
It stops

This echo makes uniform ripples
And rules make it the sweeter
You’re all so distant but
Miles have no meaning when you say Sir

I’m the divisor of torments and salivations
Both
But my destruction is always a hairsbreadth from midnight

Waiting on words not spoken
Truths not muttered
And the question

And the question

Ask

I have only truth.

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