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An agglomeration of accomplishments Trophies enameled with false hope And worth their weight in insignificance They keeping piling up endlessly Scatter them around this ice-cold structure we call home So we can marvel at the sight of them In our blissful illusion Let the realism invade our psyches To claim it’s rightful place. Tethered to this pedestal The highest I have ever seen It is a long way down this precipitous slope I want to descend Then smash it to smithereens Finger nails peeling off As I scratch away at the wall To tear it down so I can flee Out Of this womb of perpetuated cloistered existence.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
The Womb
An agglomeration of accomplishments Trophies enameled with false hope And worth their weight in insignificance They keeping piling up endlessly Scatter them around this ice-cold structure we call home So we can marvel at the sight of them In our blissful illusion Let the realism invade our psyches To claim it’s rightful place. Tethered to this pedestal The highest I have ever seen It is a long way down this precipitous slope I want to descend Then smash it to smithereens Finger nails peeling off As I scratch away at the wall To tear it down so I can flee Out Of this womb of perpetuated cloistered existence.
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Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
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