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Stíofáinín Sep 2017
In this space we were left behind
Lost in moments
Consumed by the mind
Left to grow, you feel it in your bones
It's calls you
Home
These choices forsake you
the truth makes you whole
My faults are your own
You feel it in your bones
It's calling you
Home
Bridge the gap, fix this difference
Carry on about your business
Feel the heat, ignore the call
All are we is nothing at all
Avoidance is key when you break things in me
Shadows forever;
Hungry to igninte, shells of who we are like ghosts in the night
Burning through time
Once, I was yours... when you were mine
The truth will make you whole, my mistakes are your own
You feel it in your bones
It's calling you
Home
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
Axe
I linger here in this intense rapture
chasing fireflies I cant ever capture
warped in dark by my unfortunate nature
I am durable
I'll endure this danger
swallowing the words of a volatile stranger;
It's never enough
sanctioning this fixation is my curse
craving for concession with the patience of a saint
a sense of freedom is my only restraint
Stíofáinín Aug 2017
A dystopian paradise, you're both in one
Turning sweet into sour
Reproduced in reverse a delayed reaction
Wandering through the twelfth hour
Looking down from your high tower
Leading me through hell
I keep turning back for more
These desolate declarations I can't ever ignore
Providing constancy, with means to make me stay
I am the vile fragrance of desperation in the cold light of day
And I can't rinse it away fast enough, it's already in
Twisting through the surface
Scorching my skin
Vandalizing my integrity, dividing my mind
These venal words have changed the colour in my eyes
A shade of decept turning my perception dim
Watching myself from the outside as I try to get back in
****** to reiterate yesteryear
Occupied by myth
A ******* hidden in my own body
Glorified
Looking promising but full of lies
Stíofáinín Aug 2017
We inhale this toxic smoke but it never seems to be enough
Animated embers
Breathing in clouds
Constantly failing to reach safe ground
Floating through this mist
We cannot be found
Our eden is in the air
Weeping
When you cannot reach me, I am nowhere
This is the cross I have to bare;
Scolding the flesh to avoid dispear
Floating constellations in the air vacating a present tense to find
nowhere
Stíofáinín Aug 2017
Sow collective means of defence.
Do I know you?
My mind is dense...
Is this suffering even real.
How should I attempt to feel.
How to open an invisible wound. How to tell if my hearts in ruins.
Now's the time to rob sympathies. Take them all, they're not for me. Break out the fiddle. The unsolved riddle; find the answer in your shroud.
My voice is unsettled. Your spirits loud. Why am I floating in this cloud, following the dead. Hiding inside my own head.
That's where your found when your broken body is in the ground.
Stíofáinín Aug 2017
I am the Phoenix, and I have burned
But make no mistake
I will return
My third coming
From the ashes I asend
This blazing guilt will be your end
Born from nothing and thrown to dust
My lips are dry, my wings are rust
Riged and meek they fan this fire
Fire fire, leaking from the mouth of a liar
Doubting what your eyes can't see
Entirely aware, you deny me
And you can play the innocent fool
But I am wise because I'm cruel
Swap your creed, appease the burn
See through my eyes
Now it's your turn
Stíofáinín Aug 2017
Dissolveable.
This emptiness that washes over me like acid rain.
Ash in water.
Trim the mass like lambs to the slaughter.
Traitors in my mind paint my eyes blind. All I see is deceit.
My true nature. To escape this danger.
When nothing haunts me.
I am numb.
Empty, as vacant as the shell of my former self.
What am I, when I'm so sudden to disappear. Running from myself to escape an absurd fear.
Fooled by a fallen angel, whom I never sought out. Cowering in the light of morality, savouring these thoughts of doubt.
ceasing to exsist here, Waiting to get out.
A rose, by another name.
I am not the same.
Bloomed in agony, blossomed in dispear. Putrid is my nature. Dissolveable is my fear.
Dreary land of cries and shadows. I will lay here, on your floor. Consuming pain for evermore.
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