my lips are sealed with barely visible wax
and my right side's numb-how do you expect me
to be witty when my insides are hallow?
churning,howling,that's the sound of grief
inside the grasp of tomorrow's food,
all bundled up with thorns and memories
that will never come true...
I conquer a shore,I fall from a cliff-
this is destiny in all its pathetic glory!
merry bliss,why are you mourning?
oh,I see...nothing's what is seems,is it?
my eyes are lost in yesterday's story
and thoughts can't form in the womb
of this barren land-
I'm glad I can't be happy,for I would commit
a sin bigger than myself!
...so I let my monsters embrace me with their silent
claws and await for salvation-
too bad I'm unworthy
and the night's so damn long...
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You're not unworthy and you know it.
That's questionable.
Only because you wouldn't believe it.
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