Should I have written into stone the words I refuse to speak;
Or rather accept my years of suffering, soul too frail and weak. All unanswered prayers die with me, all unfelt efforts lingering;
Every sold heart now set free, the last of the prisoners washed out with the sea. Losing sight of my own reflection, I've turned away from all I've known;
In the days that pull on the psyche's pain, I'm assured I'll die alone. Fragrant woodlands have passed, their successors now dead;
My trite tendencies appear in the weight of this dread. The infamous have gone, having left only weakness;
Will we ever understand why the nights have been sleepless? Treading the in the dark in footsteps never walked;
Undiscovered in the sunlight in the rooms that remain locked. Tear the words from my throat and abolish them again;
Lying face in the dirt with the knowledge of my end. My words forgotten by others unknown, cursed in pools of neglect;
Bathed in unwarranted death that bears no loss of life. Going through the motions and letting emotions go through me;
As a vessel passing through the streets without feeling. A medium for the times left as confessions in the dust;
I'm aware of my folly, but I do what I must. Discover how I've made these words into my own;
With a luring hate in the bitter cold, no better way to atone. An appetite for failure ever persisting in the mist;
To embrace the dark is the work of those we have missed. When the curling hands of the dark do reach to our feet;
And betray those who have forsaken withdrawing in retreat. Reverberations in the hallways where freedom was born;
Failed wisdom for enlightenment in the breath of her scorn. Why share in my pain when you could be unchanged;
Our skin holding onto another year showing its age. Invasive to my ancestry, how could you disagree;
When under pressure screaming for help, nothing else could set me free. The woodland fires ending, frail wisdom come to pass;
Vernal seeds tell of hardship ahead, boughs crashing into the grass. The woodland fires roaring, ashen lungs could not have asked;
And in their vibrance now destroying, they were never meant to last. |
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