Sonata of Your Afterglow
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Your fingers are crayons, but you are color-blind
Your insecurities you just can't leave behind
But even as your mind asphyxiates
In the vexation your effort creates
The art you make you don't appreciate
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You never give yourself a chance to rest
And now your building your own concrete casket
Put down that creative cigarette
Put in your favorite cassette
And play the Sonata of Your Afterglow
Your true worth you've already shown
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Malaise in your veins ensnares you in self-dispraise
Staining with shame your psychogenic polonaise
You stare at all the macabre monuments
And question if your actions were prudent
Incarcerated in Resent's basement
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You never tell yourself you tried your best
To save all from the mires of apocalypse
Because of you, we still have a path
To walk on in the aftermath
So play the Sonata of Your Afterglow
In the end, you are a hero
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The sturdiest soul is the one that knows
Perfection is a plant that it can't grow
No matter how many seeds that it sows
So let yourself let go of your sorrow
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Demons that are born from the womb of Zest
Are often the most demented and grotesque
So fill up your glass with Luna's light
And shower in the ambernight
This is the Sonata of Your Afterglow
Telling you that your beautiful
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Written by DoormanDan on April 16, 2017.
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