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Ladder for a Step
02:53
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The mountains pierce the sky in a casual manner
i squint for a glimpse of serenity
but it hides behind the steadfast clouds
they boast an image of divinity
but they have leaked their brilliance unto me
a warm breeze hits me from all directions
and suddenly i dont miss home anymore
i can hear everyone calling out to me
everyone who i've known, know, and forgotten
but please just let me stand here
and let it all sink in.
i promise i'll come back to you
they will be eyes to look into
for this world leaves us scarred for the most part
sometimes those scars are what makes us shine
serenity has ripped out my conscience
i am one with nothing.
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There's a part of me that I am missing
I keep searching just to end up at dead ends
Return to the start; an attempt to mend a heart.
But how can you find what you know doesn't exist?
I know that I never will but I'm too human to care.
There's a sickness inside of me that refuses my will.
Everything that I love must someday disappear
It's a void, a truth, that I cannot fill.
I'm a human being.
I cannot be defined.
I can live my own life or I can fake it.
I still carry the weight of those words with me
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Our hands never did fit perfectly.
Geometry was never that kind to me.
So if our touching skin was never a memory
Why am I afraid to lose it?
Years past between the words we speak.
Our rhetoric; incoherent at best.
I've always wanted to stop time.
But not like this. Not like this.
The realization I made that winter night
Has become increasingly clear with age:
Reality is a fleeting mistress and I have become her victim.
Did the sun forget to rise or do I refuse to acknowledge it?
There are spiders crawling through my veins at night
Coaxing naive butterflies into infinite spanning webs.
I have become obsessed with the beauty of this death
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KangaWuPouch
03:50
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What's with this sudden sense of urgency?
didnt you get your fix with how fast time has flown by
as if you had wings yourself?
i resent my coming of age as an act of cruelty
romantics fizzle away as day by day comes to a close
just hand me a wheelchair already
so i can live my final days with a fake smile
our lives are one way fates decided from the first time
our mothers hold us.
always to be cradled by some sort of ambiguity
i would kill for a black and white life
but instead i've come out black and blue
and obliterated any truths that fall on my doorstep
is this what i was put on this earth for?
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