Archive No.12: The Architect - The Imitations of Art
Scribbled faces and shaky paces
I put off things that tax my time
Humiliation, ancient equations
I put off things that tax my mind
I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war
And I only remember the last twelve of them all
Fourteen legacies etched in my memory
And each of them I leave only to me
I've planned every moment of my life
And watch them fall through like the sands of time
I still bear the weight of it on all my sides
Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights
I'm the only architect who knows which lines
Draw the end of my patience and my salutations
I live my life like I won the lottery
And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky
Unhealthy changes, labyrinth like sleepless
Nights that frame me for crimes I dreamed I committed
Ruined perception, depth filled intentions
I punish myself as the rain burns me senseless
I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war
And I only remember the last twelve of them all
Fourteen legacies etched in my memory
And each of them I leave only to me
I've planned every moment of my life
And watch them fall through like the sands of time
I still bear the weight of it on all my sides
Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights
I'm the only architect who knows which lines
Draw the end of my patience and my salutations
I live my life like I won the lottery
And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky
What do you tell someone who can't write a song
Without remorse, the greatest weapon of them all?
I call them the lessons of my own torment
Pessimistic, unforgiving and malcontent
Like my deep blue jeans have travelled the world with me
All my mysteries have a hold on me
All the writings on my walls fade away
As the architect of my existence I choose to stay
I sit on the edge of my fifteenth legacy
Scaling the outer walls of twenty three
I give up pursuing thick skin and sanity
And hope the words I write won't leave you resenting me
I've planned every moment of my life
And watch them fall through like the sands of time
I still bear the weight of it on all my sides
Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights
I'm the only architect who knows which lines
Draw the end of my patience and my salutations
I live my life like I won the lottery
And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky.
-auctor

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