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the dead bird
Poems
Apr 2016
A TRIBUTE TO NINE INCH NAILS
everyday is exactly the same
there is no love here
and there is no pain*
every single day
consists of only
gray
though my sight
is not colorblind
I exist
in a monochromatic world
at first
when I discovered
my true self
hiding
in my shadow
I found I was
drowning
in the deepest sea
of dark blue misery
anchors of shame
sunk me
to the depths
unable to pull myself
back up
my soul died while submerged
and since then
this sunken vessel
has been empty
sea of sadness
I am
one with you
the pressure
is no longer
overwhelming
it has become
unnoticeable
as with
all else
no joy
no sunshine
can touch this
void
myself
immune to sadness
immune to all
the colors of emotion
please make me real
I just want to feel
#self
#depression
#empty
#music
#water
#color
#nine
#ocean
#inch
#nails
Written by
the dead bird
25/F/Boston
(25/F/Boston)
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