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Yes The sun can not shine All the time And at the moment it's raining Through the roof The feint drip drop It stands out, loud against the silence The comfort of wet hay Is a taught pleasure Having a cover against the wind What a privilege No fight is left in me Nothing to fight for And yet I still get up and walk the walk That is expected The grip of routine sits tight Like the mothers teeth in the neck of a kitten All for a thin coat with holes and a meal That doesn't sit right With me Vincent, Vincent You were right Great art comes from a place of pain That sat, settled and fermented For quite a bit Our time on earth is rented And if you were to take me up on it now On my knees before you My profile held high, shone in half light Faced with the cold cruelty of metal And gunpowders warmth spark Formed and perfected over centuries If I had to choose then, if you made me I would pull the cord I would tie my teeth to the door handle and push Cut the strings on my back and collapase To the ground Embrace the fog at the end of day Savour the dawn Light up all that you have build To keep you warm A mediocre artist amongst many I shall be But at least with a leftover shot at happiness One bullet left in the chamber Goes round and rund click And the world finally Goes quieter End of scene No need to drop the curtain Or get up for me
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Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Yes II
Yes The sun can not shine All the time And at the moment it's raining Through the roof The feint drip drop It stands out, loud against the silence The comfort of wet hay Is a taught pleasure Having a cover against the wind What a privilege No fight is left in me Nothing to fight for And yet I still get up and walk the walk That is expected The grip of routine sits tight Like the mothers teeth in the neck of a kitten All for a thin coat with holes and a meal That doesn't sit right With me Vincent, Vincent You were right Great art comes from a place of pain That sat, settled and fermented For quite a bit Our time on earth is rented And if you were to take me up on it now On my knees before you My profile held high, shone in half light Faced with the cold cruelty of metal And gunpowders warmth spark Formed and perfected over centuries If I had to choose then, if you made me I would pull the cord I would tie my teeth to the door handle and push Cut the strings on my back and collapase To the ground Embrace the fog at the end of day Savour the dawn Light up all that you have build To keep you warm A mediocre artist amongst many I shall be But at least with a leftover shot at happiness One bullet left in the chamber Goes round and rund click And the world finally Goes quieter End of scene No need to drop the curtain Or get up for me
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C0zy_Me
24/M/Berlin
Dec 29, 2025
Dec 29, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
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