Conjured in the emphatic silence
The foundation of a broken man
Nothing but silhouettes and socratic focus
A tear in the timeline of social scans
The other faces, clean and pristine
An immaculate crown of conformity
As I dwell in the muck and observe the abyss
It occurs to me, am I the only one unclean?
And as I struggle for release
I'm held back by crippling fright
An evil dance of dismay and delusion
A false reassurance comes in the night
The hourglass, on its final grains of sand
Remains calm and calls for purity
To save this rejected soul
From drowning in obscurity
Purify me
I sit in silence while they all renounce their filth
Spewing stories of their precious cleanliness
Nothing to say, nothing to say
Will it always be this way?
Or will the day finally come where I'm purified?
When I reach the end of this moral strife
And join the mass of glass that glimmers clear as day
When this lonely dirt is washed away
Purify me.
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