Resentment spirals into a state of loathing,
A waging war as the voices inside my head
Contemplate the complexity of a twisted notation.
Forgiveness our perpetual theme, a miscreant in abstract form.
To forgive I must bear the scars that were carved within me;
To forget I must paint the past into a hollow existence.
But to forever resent, I condemn myself
To a cage spent in eternal despair.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
Resentment spirals into a state of loathing,
A waging war as the voices inside my head
Contemplate the complexity of a twisted notation.
Forgiveness our perpetual theme, a miscreant in abstract form.
To forgive I must bear the scars that were carved within me;
To forget I must paint the past into a hollow existence.
But to forever resent, I condemn myself
To a cage spent in eternal despair.
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