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I have become The queen Of my own dreamscape A hell I built Of myself And for myself I have seen the blood And smelled the sulphur I have touched the caked on dignity And erupted from the grave That I dug for myself And dig deeper Every time I close my eyes The thoughts dance for me Writhing masses of guilt And things I pine for Things I'll never have Because the time is not now But when I sleep The time is right Because there isn't time at all And I wish, if not for this self inflection, That I'd forget like I'm supposed to I used to only remember The splatter and heart attacks That haunted me The external demons That I swore would devour me Absorb my soul And burn me alive From the outside The dreams that made me sleep walk But now it's as if Even in my waking I am deeper In my own internal nightmare A hell built by myself The new queen Of all things ****** up Of broken mirrors And repressed memories With every blink I take I am discovering A deeper capacity For longing And I have opened wounds I never knew were there And it's as if My skin means nothing Because when I sit in the black throne My muscles twist And tear And convulse while still on my bones With every breath I inhale The concrete settles On my bones And in my blood And on my family We're all in this together The foundation Is cracking And soon this house Will burn down with me I dive into an ocean So deep within the grey matter I didn't know existed Things Get Heavier I wonder when I'll crack from the pressure
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
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I have become The queen Of my own dreamscape A hell I built Of myself And for myself I have seen the blood And smelled the sulphur I have touched the caked on dignity And erupted from the grave That I dug for myself And dig deeper Every time I close my eyes The thoughts dance for me Writhing masses of guilt And things I pine for Things I'll never have Because the time is not now But when I sleep The time is right Because there isn't time at all And I wish, if not for this self inflection, That I'd forget like I'm supposed to I used to only remember The splatter and heart attacks That haunted me The external demons That I swore would devour me Absorb my soul And burn me alive From the outside The dreams that made me sleep walk But now it's as if Even in my waking I am deeper In my own internal nightmare A hell built by myself The new queen Of all things ****** up Of broken mirrors And repressed memories With every blink I take I am discovering A deeper capacity For longing And I have opened wounds I never knew were there And it's as if My skin means nothing Because when I sit in the black throne My muscles twist And tear And convulse while still on my bones With every breath I inhale The concrete settles On my bones And in my blood And on my family We're all in this together The foundation Is cracking And soon this house Will burn down with me I dive into an ocean So deep within the grey matter I didn't know existed Things Get Heavier I wonder when I'll crack from the pressure
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC
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