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Stíofáinín Nov 2017
Composing silhouettes that choke these flames
They tremble hopelessly in my own name
Specks of twilight undress an injured mind
Echos left far behind of stars that mimic fireflies
Each molecule is a lifetime
transient and solus
Wandering slowly wearing masks
Fireflies, immersed in fragments of shattered lies
Pieces that I just couldn't hide
But I stayed, remorseless
As each one changed the stain of who I was
Continuously leaving me in a chasm shaped like the tear in the shadows of my mind
I am painted blind

Can you see the truth
A second face masks this faded flesh
And im unrecognizable to myself
Stíofáinín Oct 2017
Watching myself
ceaselessly adrift inside my own head
Where consciousness cannot be found
My soul is shackled to the ground
Broken by the weight of this heart in my chest
For the weary, there is no rest
In this habitat my mind is bound
Following the dead
To a chapel here, in the depths of this chasm
Inside my head
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
A shrewd pessimist trying to coexist
Moving amid illusion
I am a unicorn
Carrying translucent retribution
Torn down by the sway of ugly glimpses of myself
I am painted black
Rivers couldn't wash it away
A pursuit of new eyes is all that makes me stay

My reflection is in his smile
Why can't I see myself that way
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
Floating fragments in the sky
Made of ash
They teffify
Gracefully passing me by
Disintegrating here, in front of my eyes
Compelled by natures tact
Lost in the taste
They violently brush my face
It's beautiful inside this broken embrace
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
Proclaiming to perceive certain suffering makes me feel real;
The unrecognisable charade
You never see my true face
It's all a facade, a disgrace
I'm no martyr but **** me please
I've heard too much
I'm on my knees
Save your blood
I need to feed
Repositioning thoughts inside the head, emulating feelings because mine are dead
Impression remains untouched
That won't change much
A perfect shade of narcissist, cutting you with my tounge
It's sharp, and opposing all the bullets from your gun
Attention please! This is how I feed
And I'm no martyr but **** me please I've seen enough
You're on your knees
Apologies don't exsist here and if you stay I'll pull you in, it'll never stop untill I win
The naive are crucified

My former face has come here to die
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
I've turned my attention
I'm left outside
Searching for freedom, swimming against the tide
Averse to the veil of a ghost that covers my face
Afloat with reckless persistence
Swamped by defect, devouring the taste
Scattered pieces of esteem enlighten my way
Outside
It's shiney and new
Inside, I'm fading away for you

Alter your perception
I'm on the outside
This external pretense has just died
concealed to my core
My ego is torn, my eyes are sore
I vacate this circle
My vessel is in a chasm

Fill the void, we're fleeting fast.
Call my name.
I'm home at last.
Stíofáinín Sep 2017
What's my relation to this self flagellation
It's in the frame of isolation
Chasing virtue with pure determination
Inhabited by apprehension of a human condition
I burn like star
I think, therefore I am
Scalded
Born into sin
Drifting evermore from salvation
in the gut of of a cynic
I am the cause, and effect
I am my own creation
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