auctor

It's a sickening sacrifice I have made  Faltering bones that have built my arcade  Its so terrible, all the walls I have walked before  An echo of a thousand cursing voices, in unison I fit into the puzzle so perfectly The big picture is all anyone will see And if you bought a ticket for the wrong show  You wouldn't know  It's all the same, a bunch of reflection games  An archetype of zeroes swallowed by the hope for a better day I'm repaired like a doll bought in billions No more room for repetitive brilliance My old clothes still fit the same even if they're ruined It's probably wiser to be buried in the box I was born to fit in  I fall into the puzzle so perfectly The big picture is all anyone will see And if you bought a ticket for the wrong show  You wouldn't know  It's all the same, a pool of tortured fame An archetype of zeroes swallowed by the hope to live another day Whatever it may be and wherever I may go  Everyone wishes they...