Faith only in myself and in binding love. With force in each step, Tired and striving, this stride is starving. Condemned by you, society; imperatively graced with individuality to bold to blend, I will burn in your hell for this. brute but passionately compelling I see satisfaction and eternal bliss in the fact that I will never be you. I've been trying to see this through. To open my eyes, finally realizing the truth To preserve this piece of mind To find the strength we thought we lost in overtime calamity in conformity exuberant through the ashes of fate? Clinging hard to my dignity, surrounding myself with all I know. Humility is the thin line between us. Your spoils may be rich, just a pardon for spiritual deprivations. Abstract doorways lead ample directions. Pain has never felt so perfect. So proper