The tormented and the tormentor
They are one and the same
A different song
But the same damn game
Some things never change
While others stay the same
Some things never change at all
While others remain until they fall
So I’m going through the motions
Just like the times before
Unsettled as the oceans
With deepness to explore
Starring at the abyss
But not long enough to witness
The eyes of crooked silence
Lifted by the absinthe
Everyone holds something
That we can’t see
No one’s granted the right
To act as the sea
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Saint Iscariot 