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Gloom/Grandeur
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I built a fortress and called it my home to shield myself from life’s sticks and stones.It works great it doubles as a tomb.
You’re lilac and honey, a sweet reminiscing of the better times. For you Ive gouged my eyes, such a romanticized October sky.
Now It’s not the dull November emptiness that makes me shiver in the nights. I’ve strayed too far becoming lost on your guiding sight and trusting words, that seem to pour through carved teeth cut for a burial.
My heart sleeps In the loose earth Where I buried our memories
somewhere in the woods where the mold grows in secret quick and quietly. I surrendered my body as a gift.
Working wearily, ticking slowly a clock on dying batteries.
My thoughts awake, stir and dance while laughing out hysterically.
So I surrendered my body as a gift to a handcrafted lyre, A lovely song plays to ease the pain means no time left.
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Torn in two and thrown back together each stitch marks days I failed at being better. I am my mother’s heart and my father’s liver.
Drag these lead feet through vase terrains keeps me occupied on repairs without destination.I am the time spent healing and all the time that I’ve wasted. Cursed with every good emotion breached learning that cures began as disease.
I’m on course for the clouds and being pulled back down. It’s left me stranded and stretched thin. Im on course for the clouds and being pulled back down over again
Reaching out to friends from my past. Rose colored glass in frames that won’t last. I’ve been both primer and rust. More problems than solutions.
Gift of hard working hands all used up, boredom sets in shaking hands with a relapse but I am not afraid. I’ll embrace that culminating escape. My time is running out. Not fast enough
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I want you to run free and far from my reach. Untied from the promise of this disdain that I've been burying. My burdens weight has made you weak, a minuet, the bitter truth bleeds in your wake and I’m still begging you please
I’ll cross the road, cross the line. Drag me down the path in the woods
right past the signs. Bury your hands in the dirt, I know down to every penny of what i’m worth and I need you to prove your love.
Our bodies began to decay. New rain will wash us away as the legacy goes untold as we become lost in the soil.
Now I’m wearing gasoline so proud A perfect match of flint and steel and I’m such a short fuse standing so damn close.
The legacy goes untold as we become chemical.
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Procella
03:13
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Crashed by waves in the ripple effect, I throw my life on a slide and pull back on the lens. Pass the blur, eyes find focus. It’s my reflection looking back from the surface.
I have a theory but we’ll skip to experiment. Answers in the details gets lost in the process. Call me crazy, there’s lead in the water and I’m feeling the weight. They say I was born with a chip on my shoulder, no, it’s just the weight of the world. Like a tumor it grows and it conquers and life goes on.
Another pour to warm the heart. There’s love and death drawn back in every corner, we learn to hold them dear. Another, to heal what’s left. More bad than good and the good that’s left is few and far between.
I lend my hands as a healer and have only grown weaker and that’s okay. I can bask in the outskirts of happiness, it’s not mine but it’s something.
I have static and dissonance all the time it gets so loud and then so quiet like a rollercoaster spinning down makes me sick to my stomach but don’t get me started on the subject. A vague reminder of an even more vague existence. Theres something behind the eyes, beneath the skin, hiding and I’ve begged for peace without resolve. We made our beds and we’ll sleep forever. It’s a Rapid release and a slow dissolve.
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