There's not suffering nor anguish, yet nothing inside can set me free;
Because the worst person in my life by far is me. Simplistic visions, whether or not they do justice;
Filling empty hours with something other than numbness. Endure through the crumbling, will you go farther?
The fear of descent weighs heavy but you push back harder. Putting forth a mask, not often showing valiance.
The fragility of life is finding one's own perpetual balance. Salvaging from the burned and still moving forward;
Burrowed in the wreckage of the past we find our beauty. I dreamed a thousand years just to be here when everything is right;
And now what the woodland stores can now unfold, still seeming slight. Tell me of failings, so that we may overcome;
To begin will lift our burdens, not continue feeling numb. The cascading drops we gather, motion in perfect form;
Between sheets I find you, what I need to keep warm. The crest breaks at the dawn,
Seething in the wake of ebony tide; Drift away in the quiet waters, Lose your face and drown with the others. We should know by now, it is not for us to resolve things that are not of this world;
The birth and death of our skyward architecture, just light through the glass. This is not for us to recognize, instead retreat into my arms;
You flicker through my vision in the spaces you would occupy. In humbling scale, with its swirling architecture;
How minor we are in this cloud of dust, putting forth conjecture. Burrowing in losses, waiting and hoping to subside;
In affection and words you bring me back, I know I can confide. An untold concern may hang overhead, its vast impending fear;
While yet we remain through every struggle, I hope to keep you near. |
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