Act 1

Act 1

Vision Flip District

“You’re kidding right, Amario?”
Our reign- the lack of torsion... when you see the world die you will finally see how real I try to be. The purple light from the night of a full moon swings us off sending partial scars resonating to my face and past. We’re all broken, this is no news- forgive me for I have overidentified. 
Bass distortions are Akuni’s work of art // do you wish to wake him again? Stone cold now so that the vivacity can blossom while I show you true mania. I can’t understand your thought process at times, are you even you? We stray further from our circle as we fall deeper into your journey but even I know there is a reward in the depths. Striving through the tunes blessed by an intuition of high consciousness I deal with all my anger to show you what I am all about.

But until this day I still cannot understand why
you have chosen me, freed like an 
animal stuck in a cage.
Do you really believe that there is an escape from this?
You’re kidding right, Amario?
“A walking corpse parading in the snow”
Now this brings me back to the Lost Days, walking in circles- virtue ceasing to exist, building blocks for demons ready to play Jenga. Send out the Arsonist, I know you’re here somewhere. I can feel it, we never fail to piss each other off- at the end of the day, we’re all part of the problem.
Yet you still stand... Forever standing against the freedom foes providing stares with loveless particles in your rolling eyes. He can’t take it back- his energy it’s been held far too long presenting fears with gradient.
Did you wake up feeling good?
You’ve already lost so what is there to lose-
I’m here with you as your mind blackens.
Hurts right? 
(05/03/23 8:24 PM)
With growth quite exceptional nonetheless
The chariot proceeding to stumble across his presence
only validates its pain-body to feed off a mind of contortion.
She’s been waiting in the dark for a long time but so have I.
“I think I'm finally ready to enter District 8, the Gate’s Reverb.”
Perception INDIGO, the mind never fails
to play tricks on us during times of need.
But boy it’s time to stop fooling yourself-
“My higher consciousness is dancing around the room, he’s already
perceived the result. I won’t let it change me even when I find the truth.
Black and white zig-zags across the vision flip journey //
It’s going to be a lonely one but righteous.”
Condemned dangerous as we all are- unfortunately, the highs remained temporary
The lows were infinite and a tricky loop to be exact.
Toby and I have been getting along quite well
We both knew it was time to go
But before I knew it he began to fade into thin air.
No final words
Nothing but an artifact to remember his existence-
his purpose for living in my mind.
“The reality I live through terrifies me,
but I can’t help but smile through this all
Deep down
The suffering feels so good
I can’t deny it
Because I knew I would return from the storm
Closer than my mind could ever believe.
So stand.”
Hurtful heads thus minds without, 
You couldn't tell us otherwise- not with brain fog like this.
Habitat burns and flesh is rising through cold ash.. can you see the pattern?
Piano notes spreading foreign space, hotboxed in archive purgatory.
This is not freedom, leave the premise.
Can you hear it? I can, your glory I won’t persist for any longer.
Yet generational scars show me forgiveness
When I bother to steer westward as I knew you wouldn’t
For distorted demons- awaiting a dream 
Releasing hurt too deep to relive with a will.


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