I bathe in lust and spite
My conscience doesn't feel right
The obscurity helps us writhe
This awkward silence embraces
We tried and failed to start once again
So, let's forget our faces
Eyes wide open at four AM
I wish, for once, that I could finally sleep
But, sorrow sown, I stolidly reap
Despite my intention, I boldly lied
I aspired to change, but never tried
Due to my inert intention, I conceded my mind
I opened my mouth, but forgot what to say
I left blood on that lonely highway
To the Devil's chagrin, I took two steps back again
I opened my eyes, but couldn't see
Opaque ambition is far from me
I'm Anxiety's best friend
If I have to be...
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 7:14 AM UTC
I bathe in lust and spite
My conscience doesn't feel right
The obscurity helps us writhe
This awkward silence embraces
We tried and failed to start once again
So, let's forget our faces
Eyes wide open at four AM
I wish, for once, that I could finally sleep
But, sorrow sown, I stolidly reap
Despite my intention, I boldly lied
I aspired to change, but never tried
Due to my inert intention, I conceded my mind
I opened my mouth, but forgot what to say
I left blood on that lonely highway
To the Devil's chagrin, I took two steps back again
I opened my eyes, but couldn't see
Opaque ambition is far from me
I'm Anxiety's best friend
If I have to be...
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