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Your shadows clock in for their shift at 12 o’clock... at night Hanging it’s cloak on your happiness and lying luxuriously on your chest. Their hours stealing your dreams and numbing them into painful memories. We become a bath of obsession and depression Our tears spelling out the words that our throats cannot read We are an ocean of misled, overthought fantasies A nation of unspoken miseries . Our bones, rubbing against each other Getting lost in the darkness of our humane cast Trying to find themselves. Itself. Trying, to, rediscover the stories that make you one Trying to align your purpose But... The shadows have won. So you create a new self. A version that breathes in the heavy smoke that is your emotions. A hemisphere where your shadows are your friends. Buddies that allow for the dark half of your minds to dance in the abyss Play in the dark And whimper about the stories folded in your heart. Sleep, my child. Rest, my love. Crumble, darling. Be reborn, sweetheart. Sleep, Sleep.
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Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
Abyss
Your shadows clock in for their shift at 12 o’clock... at night Hanging it’s cloak on your happiness and lying luxuriously on your chest. Their hours stealing your dreams and numbing them into painful memories. We become a bath of obsession and depression Our tears spelling out the words that our throats cannot read We are an ocean of misled, overthought fantasies A nation of unspoken miseries . Our bones, rubbing against each other Getting lost in the darkness of our humane cast Trying to find themselves. Itself. Trying, to, rediscover the stories that make you one Trying to align your purpose But... The shadows have won. So you create a new self. A version that breathes in the heavy smoke that is your emotions. A hemisphere where your shadows are your friends. Buddies that allow for the dark half of your minds to dance in the abyss Play in the dark And whimper about the stories folded in your heart. Sleep, my child. Rest, my love. Crumble, darling. Be reborn, sweetheart. Sleep, Sleep.
QueenMother
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QueenMother
27/F/Johannesburg
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 2:18 PM UTC
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