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Chase away what I feel The taste has remained so long Unsteady are my hands As the light brings another dawn What were once picturesque colors Seems shutter into a dismal display As darkness wedges into the void My own shadow lights my way When an existential plague begins to ensue So does my heartbreak as I return to you For heart wrenching as it is quieting my mind The drone of another day is that which I cannot survive For breathless I become when pressed to my lips Slowly the cold is traded for the warm abyss And though try as I might I cannot gain control Drawing ever nearer till it has taken hold And while others shutter at the thought of what takes place I only begin to rest my weary head upon its solitary state
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Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
Abysmal Transfixion
Chase away what I feel The taste has remained so long Unsteady are my hands As the light brings another dawn What were once picturesque colors Seems shutter into a dismal display As darkness wedges into the void My own shadow lights my way When an existential plague begins to ensue So does my heartbreak as I return to you For heart wrenching as it is quieting my mind The drone of another day is that which I cannot survive For breathless I become when pressed to my lips Slowly the cold is traded for the warm abyss And though try as I might I cannot gain control Drawing ever nearer till it has taken hold And while others shutter at the thought of what takes place I only begin to rest my weary head upon its solitary state
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22/M/The Dirty South
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:12 AM UTC
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