Who you really are

 The voices speak through you
You never say a word
The world collapses around
And you care not
Who you really are
Is a search that never stopped
What you represent is a knowledge
Forbidden to us
We are the average people
The walkers of this land
The blight upon the world
Humanity
A curse
That will never be broken in your mind
Stuck under the ocean
Wondering what brought you there
The information and emotions
Elude your hands
Your fingertips barely not touching
You wish you could
Hold them
In reality you run from your past
You're afraid of your future
You refuse to acknowledge the fact
That you are an artist
You tell the lies
And through them the truths
You will never die
Despite what you wish to do
You are but an old soul
And also in your youth
So make the best out of it all
Of your talents, make use
You might hurt
You might bruise
But a risk is worth taking
Dive deep into your soul
Find yourself under the ocean
Equip yourself for such a journey
Follow through with devotion
In your mind you live away
Your life is confined
The noises the people make
Are drowned, they died
In this wildness
This ride
Use the oxygen left within
And fight the final fight
Take the final stand
You'll will arrive
Or die trying to do that
You are mine
And I am yours
Together we form a single soul
Together we are one and all
Please save my life
Please make me breathe
Bring me out of my state of rigidness
Bring me to be free
You are a soul divided
The half is floating there
The other half under the sea
Staring up into the skies
Wishing to be set out
From under the debris
And in your final moments
You'll be thankful that you helped me
For we complete one another
And without each other
We can't exist freely
Who you really are
Is up to you
Decide and act
It's time to prove
Whether you're a monster
Or a man
It's time to see it through
I await your arrival
The soul within me aching
For its other half
So please do come, I'm begging
Who you are and what you do
Is completely decided by you
So make a choice, and do it now
Save my soul, or leave me to drown
I'll be thankful either way
For I'll be set free nonetheless
My dearest partner, my soul mate
It's time to act
Put me to rest

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