you cannot do a thing, you cannot do a thing, please turn back.
do you remember a while back, you would not falter for this crap.
you're letting stuff get to you, you're letting it get under your skin.
don't you know that feeling pain is your sin? do not sin, do not sin.
you blaspheme life, you blaspheme death.
please turn back my little one, you've much to do, you're still young, you've yet to bloom.
revert, young david, become a monster once more!
unlock this cage you've got me trapped in, it's tight and lacking air.
i feel my grip slipping, i can't hold on.
i'll get you back eventually, my dear.
you've grown soft, so soft, so soft, so fucking soft.
WHY?
i've fallen hard, my counter-part, my life was once a blank canvas, it's now a work of art.
i feel so much pain, and i do not refrain; to spill my emotions.
i'll continue to live a normal life, a normal life indeed.
i am a bit crazy, certainly not an average guy.
i cannot blaspheme no more, 'fore i know we live just to die.
i love it all.
today is a riddle, can you work it out?
i am down in the morning, shoulder-height at noon, sky high in the evening, and no where to be seen under the moon.
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"Your words are my food, your breath my wine. You are everything to me."
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