Precise chaos falls ever so lightly on the most gravitated tears
illuminated silhouettes caress shadows of your tears
Muted screams blind the seeds of your fears
The coldest blaze manifest our egos with the most truthful lies
We strive for the acceptance of the most hated love as we hide our mirrors with the driest cries
One glitch too much, and our realm dissolves our existence
One flaw too less, we dare not face thy truth, nor shall we serve as god’s witness
Perfection distortedly manufactured by imperfected attention-leeches
We no longer have to speak a word,
our digitally reflected images are already giving speeches
We scream so quietly, as we cry so happily
We fall so straight, as we soar so low
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