Possessed by this obsession
With what will never be mine,
Broken in my devotion
To what I'm leaving behind,
Twisting and turning to break these chains,
Dropping breadcrumbs of destruction
Like a shattered hurricane.
Spinning on a groundless path
With an unknown destination,
Viced in my impatiance
With yet another examination.
In theory I'm a saint, in truth I'm a sinner,
The line I dance between two lives
Is only getting thinner.
I tear trees from their roots and
hearts from strings, yet my
journey of ruin and
wreckage only
just begins.
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
Possessed by this obsession
With what will never be mine,
Broken in my devotion
To what I'm leaving behind,
Twisting and turning to break these chains,
Dropping breadcrumbs of destruction
Like a shattered hurricane.
Spinning on a groundless path
With an unknown destination,
Viced in my impatiance
With yet another examination.
In theory I'm a saint, in truth I'm a sinner,
The line I dance between two lives
Is only getting thinner.
I tear trees from their roots and
hearts from strings, yet my
journey of ruin and
wreckage only
just begins.
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