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The Kept

Deceased


Disfigured alone the other side of me I've seen myself from inside Turned around I face identity it's the only shadow in my past On this new day I approach it from the outside inside wants nothing more From me Transplant ready Keeping what it wants from me The change is coming What will be kept when all is done? Is the image even broken staring back at me or is the aura just showing What's inside? No one can ever tell you which image is correct the only one that's sure Is no one Reflections of a person an existence of the flesh but flesh is worthless Without mind Transplant ready Keeping what it wants from me Change is coming What will be kept when all is done? The fears I fear yet never have I made the change For years and years yet every day it ends the same Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise Mature, naive, and every day it ends the same Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise Mature, naive, this really has to end I've uncovered more to the stagnate man detached the holding shell There's a million ways to rebuild the mind an always changing force Through trial and error thought for thoughts there's a feel I'm looking for A connected aura trying to take hold just a little more Now caught in a brainstorm thoughts all locked away right here at the Start now I stand Maybe I'll find at some other time my ways can never be changed This lesson I've taken is nothing new at all keeping face just the best That I can Transplant failure Keeping all that is me Makes no changes I've kept it all for I am me!!! The fears I fear yet never have I made the change For years and years yet every day it ends the same Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise Mature, naive, and every day it ends the same Lost touch lost time I'm growing older not so wise Mature, naive, today wont end the same Behind the faces which we own sits a long lost entity Beyond the mask we hide our pain through the faces that we keep