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It's
02:56
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Dissmissive fruition
I am dead in a rhythm
with lack of a current we meander on and on.
Heartbeat in a prison
plugged into a prism
I question a sunless sky
the spirits that we abandon come after
We walk. We wander. I lead, they follow.
And I know one day this earth will swallow me whole
and I will coalesce with the shadows and the hurt that will follow me home.
clamoring for the hurt
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Familiar
03:46
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I am change but not enough to aid.
We fade. We wait. We distantly decay.
I am the unforgiving wasted days stuck in perpetual motion.
Dont break. I take. I stay. Replay. Day after day after day xxx
With the absence of justice
i reject my importance.
If the whole word is darkness then the darks where my heart is.
In suspense like a beating drum
constant defeating hum
everything that comes goes
on and on and on and on
Sorrow found me just like tomorrow will
Sorrow found me just like tomorrow’s pill
and if my will outweighs the plight
then i refuse i refuse i refuse
to close my eyes
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3. |
To
02:26
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It’s like my whole live I’ve been trapped under ice.
I punch and pry but there is no clear ending in sight.
There is only a cycling conversation crux.
I’d like to think that my will outweighs the plight but mine has become oftly trite and far too slight. Now, when my head lays, I toss and turn criticizing recently passed days. Questioning where and how I went astray.
Listening for a god or some type of grace.
Are we slaves to a time chain where all our faults are based on a coincidental fate?
I can still see good and plenty but what does that mean?
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4. |
Me
05:28
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All things are transient exhausted into ambiance.
unwavering to dust;
I am fixed by a dream.
We all carry a visceral front and the ground beneath our feet trembles.
If the weight we carry are the devils we bear then
watch me cower in this disease riddled hell.
So we fill ourselves with glasses of sincerity to quench an unquenchable integrity.
We stare in the mirror, faces wide with adequacy.
We are the undiscerning animals that wander this earth versing our falseness to all those who will listen.
Collapsing in, we are the stale and we are the crumbling. Stuck between the pillars of an everlasting
vacant youth. (I am absent soul.)
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