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There’s this apathy inside of me A solemn feeling that won’t leave me A wound that never heals Strung up like a Russian doll Versions frozen in time, wrapped in a soul Watching as the pendulum swings — Oh, what the future might bring Lost in a permeable stream But what could it be but pain within a dream? These chains are wrapped so tight, Curling, squeezing, wrapping around my throat Is this all that there is? The air lingers with memories of an ambivalent child Forced to breathe, forced to leave Held down into submission I am the prisoner and the room Both the noose and the throat And I wonder — will I float? Watching life pass through me All that I’ve been, all that I’ll never be The solemn judgment, the setting sun Drifting like smoke, brushing walls that echo in me A silence in me, a silence enters me I fracture into pieces, spinning, scattering like broken glass A countdown to critical mass Time folds into me Moments leak through my fingers The scars of the mind linger I watch time consume the edges of me I fall into spaces between seconds, Where silence screams and time beckons. Shadows dance and swallow my name, Fragments of self playing with conflagrational flame. Less than memory, less than thought, Drifting in a world that has me not.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
Edges of Me
There’s this apathy inside of me A solemn feeling that won’t leave me A wound that never heals Strung up like a Russian doll Versions frozen in time, wrapped in a soul Watching as the pendulum swings — Oh, what the future might bring Lost in a permeable stream But what could it be but pain within a dream? These chains are wrapped so tight, Curling, squeezing, wrapping around my throat Is this all that there is? The air lingers with memories of an ambivalent child Forced to breathe, forced to leave Held down into submission I am the prisoner and the room Both the noose and the throat And I wonder — will I float? Watching life pass through me All that I’ve been, all that I’ll never be The solemn judgment, the setting sun Drifting like smoke, brushing walls that echo in me A silence in me, a silence enters me I fracture into pieces, spinning, scattering like broken glass A countdown to critical mass Time folds into me Moments leak through my fingers The scars of the mind linger I watch time consume the edges of me I fall into spaces between seconds, Where silence screams and time beckons. Shadows dance and swallow my name, Fragments of self playing with conflagrational flame. Less than memory, less than thought, Drifting in a world that has me not.
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Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
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