Plagued by the troubles of my heart,
Forced expressions to play the part.
If only you knew the routes of my wounds.
The faces I have seen, the loves I had to release.
Curse-d ambition to persevere towards my dreams,
Though my closeted skeletons wept,
searching for their tendons of meaning.
For the places I fled to-to try and make home,
only invited the evil drowned in the vastness of my soul.
Leaving only the rottenness to soothe my bones,
and the incessant weepings to be my song-
"Never stop reaching for your 'dreams', even if everything cease."
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Plagued by the troubles of my heart,
Forced expressions to play the part.
If only you knew the routes of my wounds.
The faces I have seen, the loves I had to release.
Curse-d ambition to persevere towards my dreams,
Though my closeted skeletons wept,
searching for their tendons of meaning.
For the places I fled to-to try and make home,
only invited the evil drowned in the vastness of my soul.
Leaving only the rottenness to soothe my bones,
and the incessant weepings to be my song-
"Never stop reaching for your 'dreams', even if everything cease."
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