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I am tired, weak at the knees, bound by this light, suffocated by the trees, lay me down and let me ease. I am blind, Tedious to the touch, Your euphoria my eternal crutch. I am awake, restless at night, the vision of you in the cross-hair of my sight, trembling up my arms I subdue into you, heroine on your lips, the sweet taste of pain, the death of me will be your disdain. I am enraged, deranged for that fact, you sink the needles of your teeth in me and that's, that, I feel you sinking into my veins, cradling my demons in this silk white cage, I am your puppet on this quicksand of a stage. I am saddened, deepened in fear, seeping down these numb gray walls, I sense your energy, Yet, I cannot hear, they gave me a medal, yeah, "Saddest Kid Of The Year." I am in the spotlight, cold in decay, A shrine of you in my darkened array, You doll me up and tell me "stay." the velvet fell from your lips spilled into my soul, shattered the pieces of a heart you used to call whole. Now I stand on this podium of rot I've build for myself, It's where they put people like us when you live on the top shelf, While a crowd of you stands in roaring ovation, You were my warning, now I have this citation, I'll never pay it off 'cause happiness is vacation. - Tammy Cusick TM 2017
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
Saddest Kid of The Year
I am tired, weak at the knees, bound by this light, suffocated by the trees, lay me down and let me ease. I am blind, Tedious to the touch, Your euphoria my eternal crutch. I am awake, restless at night, the vision of you in the cross-hair of my sight, trembling up my arms I subdue into you, heroine on your lips, the sweet taste of pain, the death of me will be your disdain. I am enraged, deranged for that fact, you sink the needles of your teeth in me and that's, that, I feel you sinking into my veins, cradling my demons in this silk white cage, I am your puppet on this quicksand of a stage. I am saddened, deepened in fear, seeping down these numb gray walls, I sense your energy, Yet, I cannot hear, they gave me a medal, yeah, "Saddest Kid Of The Year." I am in the spotlight, cold in decay, A shrine of you in my darkened array, You doll me up and tell me "stay." the velvet fell from your lips spilled into my soul, shattered the pieces of a heart you used to call whole. Now I stand on this podium of rot I've build for myself, It's where they put people like us when you live on the top shelf, While a crowd of you stands in roaring ovation, You were my warning, now I have this citation, I'll never pay it off 'cause happiness is vacation. - Tammy Cusick TM 2017
i haven't wrote in a while so i may be a bit rusty, give your input, critisim, and advice.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
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