I'd accepted this loneliness by calling it independence
in pathetic attempts to paint my vices gold
while wading through this tar of a life
with lightless eyes and a stomach full of stones
I never thought to fathom the day
where the filth clouding my pools of vision
would settle and reveal clear lucidity
and open my eyes like finding religion
feeling the stones in my stomach turn into birds
I'm tearing out of and shedding this skin
being washed clean by the autumn rain and feeling
the weight of insecurity and bitterness change
I used to see only a pale, sickly grey
never knowing the privilege of off-white
then you come up to me with your still, wild waters
and reflect the whole ******* sky
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
I'd accepted this loneliness by calling it independence
in pathetic attempts to paint my vices gold
while wading through this tar of a life
with lightless eyes and a stomach full of stones
I never thought to fathom the day
where the filth clouding my pools of vision
would settle and reveal clear lucidity
and open my eyes like finding religion
feeling the stones in my stomach turn into birds
I'm tearing out of and shedding this skin
being washed clean by the autumn rain and feeling
the weight of insecurity and bitterness change
I used to see only a pale, sickly grey
never knowing the privilege of off-white
then you come up to me with your still, wild waters
and reflect the whole ******* sky
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