Violent pangs
Reflective of the depth
And meaning of this living
It's not that I can control
It's that I can't
And here, I won't ever
It's a place where anything goes
But anything is judged before it goes
And then it never goes
Just rests in a grave with the rest of anything
A place where high spirits lay sordid
And broken
Pieces
Scattered
Amongst
Other
Brok-
En
Souls
I never was meant for this life
This obedience to the physical
Faith and captivity
Love and let go
You don't know me
The stories I've told
The stories I've been in
Look through these wide eyes
Break
The
Mold
And wonder
And wonder
And become
Anew
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Violent pangs
Reflective of the depth
And meaning of this living
It's not that I can control
It's that I can't
And here, I won't ever
It's a place where anything goes
But anything is judged before it goes
And then it never goes
Just rests in a grave with the rest of anything
A place where high spirits lay sordid
And broken
Pieces
Scattered
Amongst
Other
Brok-
En
Souls
I never was meant for this life
This obedience to the physical
Faith and captivity
Love and let go
You don't know me
The stories I've told
The stories I've been in
Look through these wide eyes
Break
The
Mold
And wonder
And wonder
And become
Anew
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