Seems I've already been here before,
searching endlessly in a void
A man trapped by the eyes of those who still see a boy
I guess I'm still yet to grow
There's an echo bouncing off the wall; back and forth
Swinging by, and whispering a sweet lie;
it could be the monsters, or just the voices in my head
Either way,
none of those sounds playing,
leaves me feeling a little bit scared
I should say a prayer,
but I've preyed on so much precious time,
I'm only left chasing the few seconds I have left
While being stuck in between an acute happiness,
and all the feelings of being depressed
There isn't an angle to explain how loudly
I want to scream at people's faces
Describing the colours of their aura,
mostly in their displaying hatred
But then again,
it may come out a little racist
I've come to find myself writing love letters to the dark
And the result:
the ugliness of the morning
to see such a beauty, of my dark art
...bite your tongue,
as there are no other words
to speak of this
Just quietly shut your mind,
and open your eyes
This is the unholy piece
Apr 15, 2023
Apr 15, 2023 at 6:23 PM UTC
Seems I've already been here before,
searching endlessly in a void
A man trapped by the eyes of those who still see a boy
I guess I'm still yet to grow
There's an echo bouncing off the wall; back and forth
Swinging by, and whispering a sweet lie;
it could be the monsters, or just the voices in my head
Either way,
none of those sounds playing,
leaves me feeling a little bit scared
I should say a prayer,
but I've preyed on so much precious time,
I'm only left chasing the few seconds I have left
While being stuck in between an acute happiness,
and all the feelings of being depressed
There isn't an angle to explain how loudly
I want to scream at people's faces
Describing the colours of their aura,
mostly in their displaying hatred
But then again,
it may come out a little racist
I've come to find myself writing love letters to the dark
And the result:
the ugliness of the morning
to see such a beauty, of my dark art
...bite your tongue,
as there are no other words
to speak of this
Just quietly shut your mind,
and open your eyes
This is the unholy piece
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