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CC Jan 2020
Where?...
What's happening.
No, no, something is wrong. Very, very wrong.
Why can't I see?
Where, am, am I the only one here?
...
...
It's cold here..
And I think I'm lonely.
I'll make something
And it will be beautiful
Bright
It will explode
With life
No more darkness
I can rest easy
Humanity, I’ll call it
They shall be perfect
And I can go back to sleep.
CC Jan 2020
Everything has been said before a million times
Everyone has thought of the same phrases with countless rhymes
I’m sick of feeling more than I can say, systematically forced to lock pointless words away
With every waking moment I must focus and strain to find a word or two I haven’t used in vain, just to put it here, or maybe there, so you can hear that I’ve been there
My tongue has lost its meaning by the death of my bloodline
Symbols carved on stone had more life than the ones written on mine
I’m sick and tired of trying to weave my way around something so blandly perfect
Something so generic and true
‘I love you’ should be enough
I should not have to tell you how soft the clouds in your eyes are, how sharp that gaze of yours can be
I should not have to ask you to blink every so often, so I am sure you are not a mirage
‘I hate you’ should be enough
I should not have to illuminate the ferocity you unlock in me
I should not have to show you how primal the urge to cave your head in is
I miss the feeling words gave my people before me, even if I’ve never heard it for myself, I can only wish my thoughts came to speech as easily as air comes to my lungs

I see now why God had struck Babylon,
And I wish he’d do it again.
Everything’s been said before a million times. I’m gonna keep trying to find new ways to say them

— The End —