clutching to cotton like wolves to a steaming carcass-
how night flies when your heart's being flooded
by nightmares!
ah,premature departure,how does this ring
such painful bells...
but time continues to run.hours to soar.roses to die.
my dear,I'm truly empty...these things I use to fill
the void-be them sounds or drops of alcohol-
these are mere fallen angels,borrowed pieces
that fit in all the wrong places;
I'm smiling and I'm dancing and I'm telling lies
in broad daylight,
only to...see that bed?it doesn't feel right.
I'm running from a black wave of unknown perspectives
and I'm about to trip
on my own flawed heels-
I need some pills,maybe another excuse to flee...
so be it.my beasts cannot be tamed:
to live among them or be eaten?
I wish I knew the answer...Alas!
The woods grow darker by the tear.
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How about be the friend of your beasts?
Befriending my beasts would mean giving in to their wild and damaging nature.I just can't afford to do that right now.
But it could also mean that you're imposing your own terms and patting the beasts on the back, taming them.
Or that.It's a hard process,though.Baby steps...
Baby steps, of course. Nobody says "ASAP".
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