Molesting Hands

This part of me that longs for domain. Persisting for higher ground
Beyond my reach. Still here with me
Grasping that which remains. Within this mind, a murderous fate
Grasping that which remains
Ripped from thyself and torn between. An anchoring point to hold me in place
Ripped from thyself and torn between
An anchoring point to hold me in place. Pick it up
The wolves shall tear me apart
The search within beckons my call from my conscious relapse
More for myself, only questions remain with hollow veins
The search within beckons my anxious call. The part of me that longs for domain
Persisting on higher ground
Beyond my reach. Still here with me. Grasping that which remains
Within this mind, a murderous fate
Grasping that which remains. For all we are, left to uncover
Ripped from thyself and torn between
An anchoring point to hold me in place. Broken endowed, forced to remain
Forced to prove my sense of purpose
To validate by being. To prove my sense of purpose. To validate my being



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Plunkett
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