Seething boiling mass
Thrashing in this bone cage
Overcast black torrent
Perplexed eyes turn skyward
Im supposed to be happy
I thought I had shed it way back when
But i look around and im standing the dark yet again.
Calmness despite the rage
Resignation to the stress
Hopeless, Helpless, Worthless
Life is a stage
And I want nothing but the curtain call
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 2:17 AM UTC
Seething boiling mass
Thrashing in this bone cage
Overcast black torrent
Perplexed eyes turn skyward
Im supposed to be happy
I thought I had shed it way back when
But i look around and im standing the dark yet again.
Calmness despite the rage
Resignation to the stress
Hopeless, Helpless, Worthless
Life is a stage
And I want nothing but the curtain call
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