Here It Is, Here's My Confession,
Thought I'd Submit & Lose To Depression.
Better To Be Plant Food,
Than Living Life Half Full,
From Here Grows My Attitude,
Heaven & Hell & The Pull.
Wires Tight But There's No Melody,
Fires Bright But Only In Memory,
If I'm Gone Don't Remember Me,
Weakness Is Real It Dismembered Me.
I Make Myself Whole From The Shards I Collect,
Remembering Beauty The Spirit Directs,
Tearing Down Structures Depression Erects,
Gathering All That I Recollect.
I Remember The Victim,
How They All Tricked Him,
Treated Like **** Not A Bit Of Respect,
So I Look Closer I Try To Inspect.
Not At The Past & All That Has Passed,
But At The Present & What It Presents,
At My Behaviour & Change The Dissent,
At All The Fibres Soaked In My Essence.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC
Here It Is, Here's My Confession,
Thought I'd Submit & Lose To Depression.
Better To Be Plant Food,
Than Living Life Half Full,
From Here Grows My Attitude,
Heaven & Hell & The Pull.
Wires Tight But There's No Melody,
Fires Bright But Only In Memory,
If I'm Gone Don't Remember Me,
Weakness Is Real It Dismembered Me.
I Make Myself Whole From The Shards I Collect,
Remembering Beauty The Spirit Directs,
Tearing Down Structures Depression Erects,
Gathering All That I Recollect.
I Remember The Victim,
How They All Tricked Him,
Treated Like **** Not A Bit Of Respect,
So I Look Closer I Try To Inspect.
Not At The Past & All That Has Passed,
But At The Present & What It Presents,
At My Behaviour & Change The Dissent,
At All The Fibres Soaked In My Essence.
Harry Roberts - Confession © 23/08/18
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