[prologue] gazes only fixate and stare, when youre finally not there any longer. and as your legs grow weak, awarded blisters upon feet should you be proud? as you bleed out, of your eyes. as youre shrouded in dark and you reach out for another heart a whole, for help. and as we march from one log to the next, awaiting colossus to turn us, into past we arent looking for a savior, no superhero, just a person to hold. is there anybody out there? is this where we belong? since theres no chance to recover something, thats passed at all. no way to march backwards, that fastr down the empty hall. [verse 1] so i put on my coat took at the world again just 16 degrees though itll cool down, i bet [chorus] but i sweated my ass off the entire way back to the station [verse 2] and so i put on my coat again took at the world 24 degrees today its too late, to go back [chorus] and the concourse laid below me as i creep towards purpose and my ass was burning the entire way home [bridge] [verse 3] these sleeves are refilled again the clouds hold my gaze as the usual wander seems to lead me astray [chorus] but its negative 16 and this jacket wont do, a thing as my frostbitten marrow, tears it by the string and the rips gape their mouths as its collected in my grey fists and my frozen corpse, still crawls its way back home. back home x3

[verse 1] a twin flame but the sparks didn't fly and i still search for you, tonight but you're not on this path, are you? two monolith peaks, just barely graze past but no intersection, to be had and we're still wrecks, never to crash, into eachother (echo) i thought this was the place i thought this was the place and as we sing the same melodies, i thought our heartstrings could communicate i thought it was my time, to come home. and as these heartstrings were plucked on full display they weren't anything interesting to you. [refrain] and as your icy flame, streaks across my sky this one will burn warm, forevermore. a chance to never pass again, and you have even yet to realize, that its gone after its already passed and i can't break my neck any longer. [verse 2] no more objects to fix my gaze on, only forward to look at now, as i march, on. and on, and on, and onwards, i'm marching. as my shoe hits a break in the pavement, but i keep on going. and theres no fall to break, 'cause i just keep on going. and the trees they laughed at me, the grasses they laughed at me, the tall, tall buildings, nothing but humiliation. and as the trees chuckle, they mumble out their grins, "if no more is what you truly seek, come. speak, to me." [refrain] and as your icy flame, streaks across my sky this one will burn warm, forevermore. a chance to never pass again, and you have even yet to realize, that its gone after its already passed i'm a bird flying straight into a window pane, because i thought, it was perfectly clear, to enter and i can't break my neck any longer. [bridge] (and it was āll, a lie. it was all just lies. it was āll a lie, as i was passing by blank signs.) captivated by everything about you, yet i knew absolutely nothing, about myself, i guess. (just lies, just the same lies, the same non-existent lies despite them passing straight, in front of my eyes.) and you were my everything, you were my world that you barely even step foot in [verse 3] and will you watch the tv screen, will you be interested in what i put on, this time. will your retention stay full, if i try my hardest not to fall apart, this time. and do i move over to the left, when i feel these rails rumble. or will this mass zoom right over me, thīs time. [refrain] (muted) and as your icy flame, streaks across my sky this one will burn warm, forevermore. (loud) a chance to never pass again, and you have even yet to realize, that its gone after its already passed i'm a bird flying straight into a window pane, because i thought, it was perfectly clear, to enter and i can't break my neck any longer. my neck is broken, while i stare up at the sky [closing] so as my holy grail, starts to drift away. and the vapor trail starts to dissipate, will i be unrecognizeable in the flesh. or will i remain unrecognized, with my potential, and i know youve reached other worlds, by now while i stay stained in this pool, now i realize you werent the better version of me, i was just the worse of you

hot air balloon, detonations goodyear blimp, explosions spread across the horizon filling up a pool use the long expansive mirror to leave its impression briefly, yet resting here forever rippled through trapped between the boardwalk and a crushed, linear mountain as fleets leave their fickle trails within this basin

wandering aimlessly, the shape of the path will dictate how i speak how i feel, and how i see, will now, distort furthermore because now love, doesnt mean shit. theres something sweet inside this drink, my face, my actions, relayed a message but you dont see a thing. blame these satellites, and something else mundane or simply be forward, and stare right back into the eyes of shame oh its such a shame its such a shame that i'm this frail such a shame 'n its such a shame that we're so contradicting its such a shame i said its such a shame that youre so godforsakenly inconsiderate

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[great hall] returning to the place where all ends meet and my eyes make it feel like its the last ill see, of you but your eyes seem so empty you said, "this feeling will pass in time" but it never did and this heartache will remain in this place (seated at the departure gallery waiting for a locomotive; my very own guide the train that will take me home, that will lead me to the way i felt that night take me to my true place surrounded by chilling tile pillars, yet soon just your warmth but this isnt my train.) [concourse] and the next time we returned here, in hand i dumbed down the feeling, just like you said i could but deep down i know the floodgates were seeping through the cracks and little did i know, that that would be the last time we ever saw eachother face to face now every time i return to this earthen place i picture your face that im starting to forget with each passing day but your sentiment and the feelings that you made and the longing i suppressed from that final day never fails to spark even after ive left the door (seated at the departure gallery waiting for a locomotive; my very own guide the train that will take me home, that will lead me to the way i felt that night take me to my true place surrounded by chilling tile pillars, yet soon just your warmth but this isnt my train. in fact im not waiting for anything at all while this locomotive traverses lands forlorn i remain here forever awaiting no arrival) [PATH] now i return back with someone new i see myself in them and i see myself in you, now i couldnt feel that break, hell i barely feel anything nowadays and i wonder if this is how you felt, that day when i clung onto your arm and i dont know which train will take me to your arms that you will never hold open, again never hold open, ever again.

(intro) i dream of a plateaux. of ascensions in ridged concrete, and reminders to stay in our own lane. a damp external to the vast, warm expanse of exploration. two sets of doors, awaiting simple pressure, to be fully rectified as a monument in your mind, or at least mine. fully surrounded by the chilling unknown, yet encompassed in your warmth; despite just two feeble palms. fickle gazes dont torment me now, now that youre here. an abandoned sanctuary to stabilize this rampant lion. yet just an illusion before i knew it. (commune poems) [1] fighting off a fuzzy reflection of myself, as drowning deeper becomes more prominent. stuck between whether i should enjoy the feeling, or try my best to survive within this moment. deciphering my own words, or at least trying to decrypt, and ultimately morphing them into hieroglyphs. passing incomprehensible notes back and forth with eachother, until one or the other gets fed up. typically the opposing. unable to find the words within myself, and to keep from feeding off of others i cant help but say i "love", despite it only coming from a place of shattered glass and rubble. if only inhaling stubble and damp, yet dusty air, refilled me like it once did. even though these feelings are genuine, theres an inability to feel like they are stemming from someone else. likely the little boy that thought everyone was warm, and filled with the same love i never failed to deliver freely, like an invitation never RSVP, let alone opened. now forever a lone drifter, taking invitations to lands forlorn. pathway to pathway, will continue to lead me astray. [2] the barren Dominion greets me again, as i search for one of its elevated counterparts to ascend me above the concrete, simply to be reintroduced to it once more. the unforgiving cries and hopes of the shining rays before me, bringing me farther and farther from the elevators. i am - once again - unable to rise, despite the fact that i only have the capacity to descend. descend deeper into the fields and farmlands of deep blue agony, as i am fully aware that when the time comes that i descend for a final time, i will simply permeate through the cement, and back to the marbled floors of the Dominion. my efforts will once again, be rendered fully useless. be *rendered* down to a fully liquid, mellifluous state. one that is unable to move, speak; communicate for that matter. one that is simply just a begrudging stain on Dominion floors. a complete, utter mess. and as i keep trying to solidify; keep trying to cool down this puddle of rendered fat and bone, i truly know deep down, that i do not wish to move any more. that i am fine where i am as an unidentifiable mass of homunculi. i know that it is truly just in everyones best interest, for me to stay down. [3] as i seem to pass through the walls, beneath the neptunian monoliths. and the living; the commune, seem to pass through me as well, i continue to stare forward. remain adamant that that is the only place i must go now. as the concept of "home" slowly slips out of reach; slips away from being an idea, i simply continue on, with no place now to rest and express freely exactly how i am feeling in the moment. nowhere to look but simply, beyond. imagining nothing less than numbness when trying to form a thought. seeing a future troublesome, so i dont. i realize that the only thing that is left for me to do; the only thing that is required of me now, is to just simply, be. of which i have been being for an extensive time now, time that i truly seem to have lost track of. as this future seems to lack any solid permanence, i fear that so shall i. [4] the tri-tone chime signifies my relapse of materialism, and desire for fake love, as i make my way back to the insects nest i have no choice but to call home, as the barely legible conductor, introduces itself to the passengers over the P.A., another bump - this one bigger than the one changing the tracks - signifies the delay we will be experiencing between Dupont and Spadina stations. signifies the loss of a brother, of a student, an aspiring learner, a relentless dreamer; a son. however give or take the few minutes it takes for it to clear, it is ultimately thought of nothing more than a couple minutes late into work, or a slight confusion of two dates, maybe even a gripe to not get home in time for dinner; no less, a waste of peoples time. as the delay makes its way out the other ear of the passengers, its dreams and prayers for love, shall be now eternally forlorn and lost within the endless cosmos, where no one cared to listen to, reciprocate, or even tread. as his face - maybe not even that - displays itself on the news TV screen for about a weeks time, he will once again, travel through the ears of the passengers, yet this time with the context of pity, for a significantly less time than his report stays up on the screens. he will be remembered in synonyms with fear, and cowardice, as that is truly all he was known for, aside from simply a waste of time. he drifts away, slowly, praying to be left within the minds of the passengers. but he isnt. and he becomes nothing less of an amalgamation of grief.

the opening grows wider, and im forced to fly above the clouds and the midnight weight grows denser on these wings that have yet to unfold while my glass-block eyes, are fixed on the sun its refracted rays, turn me into one through the overcast. this meteorite crash past the monolith peaks, through the cracks, between a blazing fury descend into barren ground and these wings are embered, just as theyve become full drifting through the winds just below coverage struggling to keep the cinders dormant oxidizing these fragile wings as i proceed on my voyage and just as they finish their burn im engulfed into flames barely levitiating above concrete wings of live coal a nudge away from flaking, off a lit match in front of me and no place to go but onwards and my now lifeless pod plunge into cement fully ablazen, once again "ive got no wings left to fly" now as i lay here a wriggling pile of ash and people come along, with their lighters and their matches touch their cold flames to the urn without a vase and sit and watch as i become one with the winds and i still glimmer.