Though the voice is tuned out, I still wonder about the acid that sleeps in your heart
What else could make you long to wear the skin of another as your own?
The burning you must feel with every inhale; a reminder that you are still the same
Wandering aimlessly, hoping to steal the purpose of another and scrawl your name upon it
Fueled by remarks meant to scathe and words meant to torment
How lonely it must be to be you, to drown in an ego too large for your being
With each desperate word that escapes, I feel a pang of sorrow emerge from the nothingness
No amount of foresight can fix a wrecked train, still barreling down the tracks
An increase in velocity, a loss of control
The pity I’ve mustered for you can never take away from the attacks you’ve tried
Like shooting arrows from the base of a tower, they shatter around you
Another day spent, another moment, and what have you to show?
That you’ve gained the attention of everyone in your feeble attempts to claw me down?
That you have been heard, your presence felt and we know you exist?
Outward show is a pathetic substitute for inner worth
Continue to claw, continue to fight
I will not be there when you are done
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:27 PM UTC
Though the voice is tuned out, I still wonder about the acid that sleeps in your heart
What else could make you long to wear the skin of another as your own?
The burning you must feel with every inhale; a reminder that you are still the same
Wandering aimlessly, hoping to steal the purpose of another and scrawl your name upon it
Fueled by remarks meant to scathe and words meant to torment
How lonely it must be to be you, to drown in an ego too large for your being
With each desperate word that escapes, I feel a pang of sorrow emerge from the nothingness
No amount of foresight can fix a wrecked train, still barreling down the tracks
An increase in velocity, a loss of control
The pity I’ve mustered for you can never take away from the attacks you’ve tried
Like shooting arrows from the base of a tower, they shatter around you
Another day spent, another moment, and what have you to show?
That you’ve gained the attention of everyone in your feeble attempts to claw me down?
That you have been heard, your presence felt and we know you exist?
Outward show is a pathetic substitute for inner worth
Continue to claw, continue to fight
I will not be there when you are done
