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I am the conduit When feelings hit, they strike deep Like lightning, unfathomable strength More fleeting than the jaded moments It comes to fade like shallow breaths But the scars remain Reminding me of a forever, lost Misspelled shadows A creeping psalm of hope I am the line crossed I am the light lost I am the entity that can't be found Scorned by solemn apathy I become the withered and unbound Ransom unjust fate Just to feel okay by yourself You are the silence I seek Courageous and unfettered by longing My love seethes in empty corridors Wandering past each frame of mind Doorways leading to crippled lines Threads unjust, no beginning or end This woven featurette is yours to weep Watch me dance hollowly on screen Stepping over each piece of glass Like the ghostly waltz of yesteryear Find me there, underneath the crown of hate I am the conduit I am the fateless misery you strive to hate Strike me down, fell my cause Bring me to my knees Misery seems to be my favorite mistake The taste of your lips a listless waste
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Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 5:01 PM UTC
Scorned
I am the conduit When feelings hit, they strike deep Like lightning, unfathomable strength More fleeting than the jaded moments It comes to fade like shallow breaths But the scars remain Reminding me of a forever, lost Misspelled shadows A creeping psalm of hope I am the line crossed I am the light lost I am the entity that can't be found Scorned by solemn apathy I become the withered and unbound Ransom unjust fate Just to feel okay by yourself You are the silence I seek Courageous and unfettered by longing My love seethes in empty corridors Wandering past each frame of mind Doorways leading to crippled lines Threads unjust, no beginning or end This woven featurette is yours to weep Watch me dance hollowly on screen Stepping over each piece of glass Like the ghostly waltz of yesteryear Find me there, underneath the crown of hate I am the conduit I am the fateless misery you strive to hate Strike me down, fell my cause Bring me to my knees Misery seems to be my favorite mistake The taste of your lips a listless waste
#love#hate#loss#fear#misery#mistake#longing#emptiness#fantasy#depression
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Jan 21, 2021
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