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This is my boiling point
watch me turn from solid to liquid
from liquid to gas
from gas to flames
from flames to ashes
and ashes to ashes, never to leave that state conciousness

This is my stage
on which ignorance and I perform
playing the same play over and over again
grasping for the straw we want
burning all else in the process
only to burn none but ours.

Tied in my own shackles
ablaze in my own mind
frozen solid in my very soul
feeling both pain and pleasure
molded together as one
inseparable yet not the same.

Yet I go on...
but these steps aren't as easy as they might seem
this addiction not as joyfull as it looks
this smile not as genuine as it appears
yet this is my element
this is where I belong
and I can't think of anything else I'd rather do...