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TO AWAKEN A DEMON IN HIBERNATION
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"Only the truly depraved of self-recognition
Would attempt to awaken a monster in hibernation"

My life is finally tragic enough to write about again
Rather than let the ink bleed out erratically from my pen
I grow tired of letting the best stories go untold
When the wisdom of daisy chains finally gets old

No turning points or epiphanies can emphasise
This sheet of shadow forced upon my eyes
But the brutal truth of unpicked scars
Will put the logic of ardour behind steel bars.

This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me at all.
My false tattoos are self preserved

And to conduct a requiem for another’s life
Becomes me, guilty of compromise
But sighs are the only sounds that make any sense
When this interpretive enigma loses its pretence

Only one thing left to conquer inside my head
The riddle my life awaits in the darkness ahead.
Shall I remain in this chasm of impending deprive
Or must I return to this fantasia that keeps me alive.

This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me at all.
My false tattoos are self preserved

The doctor disbands his scalpel in search for his cleaver
Who knows what will come of this toxic endeavour
But you know any day I would choose perjury
Over this cannibalistic open-heat surgery.

Beneath the remains of sandcastles incomplete
Of all this angst-saturated torment is the source
Don't be so surprised when you find
This purgatory, you yourself endorse

This may be the kind of treatment
A hopeless romantic from time to time deserves.
But it won't rub off on me. Oh no....
These fake tattoos are kept self-preserved

As long as these song is left unspoken and unheard
These false tattoos of mine will remain self-preserved