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We cut our teeth on these uncertainties And when the blood dried, and the smoke cleared One of us was a little stronger, though none the wiser And selected to continue, jaws forward aimed at the weakening sun Who would travel across the world to leave you, but you chase, Motivated by starvation Wild and with eyes that lack remorse, A totem of the darkness and the things you swore Would never see the light of day You know time can be so painful, as she sticks into you, passes through Reduces you into nothing but your ghost and corpses You become The children you’re so desperate to teach a lesson by leaving I want to be big I wanted to be so much bigger But these are your mistakes And mine is not the right to take them I can only hurt, the way you hurt when you make these decisions I will make myself a fire in a hearth, Roaring in my place, and never venturing Knowing how dangerous I have been, and could be How sometimes hope ends up in ashes But I'll be here Because when you fall you’ll need a place to land The blood dries and the smoke clears And much to our surprise You and I are both still here.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
It Was Inside
We cut our teeth on these uncertainties And when the blood dried, and the smoke cleared One of us was a little stronger, though none the wiser And selected to continue, jaws forward aimed at the weakening sun Who would travel across the world to leave you, but you chase, Motivated by starvation Wild and with eyes that lack remorse, A totem of the darkness and the things you swore Would never see the light of day You know time can be so painful, as she sticks into you, passes through Reduces you into nothing but your ghost and corpses You become The children you’re so desperate to teach a lesson by leaving I want to be big I wanted to be so much bigger But these are your mistakes And mine is not the right to take them I can only hurt, the way you hurt when you make these decisions I will make myself a fire in a hearth, Roaring in my place, and never venturing Knowing how dangerous I have been, and could be How sometimes hope ends up in ashes But I'll be here Because when you fall you’ll need a place to land The blood dries and the smoke clears And much to our surprise You and I are both still here.
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Kokadrille
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
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