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There's an ominous melody playing in my head. A kind of uncharted echo only heard in melancholy tunes. Splitting and splattering against the walls of my soul. Skin, skin is all we see, not the depth of a vast ocean of emotions. Every fiber and molecule taken forgranted. Hearts are a dime a dozen in this ****** up world. Bleeding hearts ooze broken fragments out of glistening veins. Tearing up paper, rewriting line after line until these words have been defined. Defined to spell out emotions to a broken society outside of this vessel called a body. Concrete cyinderblocks cemented to these feet, casted out like a fishing line into the abyss of a never-ending sea. Drowning metaphorically, gasping for air but no one cares. Painted faces in a culture full of clowns. Intentionally hiding pain but the paint is starting to crack. Vicegrips continuously squeeze this life, harder and harder as light fades. A tear weeps across the moons face. Icicles sparkle, melting a desprate soul and the rain falls like shards of glass. Searching for a trail to follow, walking with many others down this road. Yet walking empty and alone all in the same moment. Nothing more than a shadow underneath feet. Silence saturated with malingering grief, torment residing deep within. Memories clawing through nightmarish dreams, barely describable. Mired in debris from the past - ****** into quicksand. Dreams filled with hope; dashed and dimmed like a flame from a candle. A life extinguished, a void created where a future ought to reside.
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Echoes Of A Life
There's an ominous melody playing in my head. A kind of uncharted echo only heard in melancholy tunes. Splitting and splattering against the walls of my soul. Skin, skin is all we see, not the depth of a vast ocean of emotions. Every fiber and molecule taken forgranted. Hearts are a dime a dozen in this ****** up world. Bleeding hearts ooze broken fragments out of glistening veins. Tearing up paper, rewriting line after line until these words have been defined. Defined to spell out emotions to a broken society outside of this vessel called a body. Concrete cyinderblocks cemented to these feet, casted out like a fishing line into the abyss of a never-ending sea. Drowning metaphorically, gasping for air but no one cares. Painted faces in a culture full of clowns. Intentionally hiding pain but the paint is starting to crack. Vicegrips continuously squeeze this life, harder and harder as light fades. A tear weeps across the moons face. Icicles sparkle, melting a desprate soul and the rain falls like shards of glass. Searching for a trail to follow, walking with many others down this road. Yet walking empty and alone all in the same moment. Nothing more than a shadow underneath feet. Silence saturated with malingering grief, torment residing deep within. Memories clawing through nightmarish dreams, barely describable. Mired in debris from the past - ****** into quicksand. Dreams filled with hope; dashed and dimmed like a flame from a candle. A life extinguished, a void created where a future ought to reside.
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