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hypnopunk Apr 17
screams of the victorious:
they yell, play, and loudly chant
but i feel abducted
i can't

turning my ears inside out
they sit on a pile of chairs
pile of happy people
no chance

dim empty hallway
the walls soak in my whole warmth
their loud buzzing stings and pulls
like this, i go forth

i'm a gargoyle, stone
to violently walk by, laugh
about me sitting outside
misfit and a half

there's this jet black rust
that forms deep inside your chest
when everyone else's worst
is your very best

dear, one day i swear
one day i swear i will write
a tall text-wall like warfare
about how i sat outside
Saint Audrey Dec 2018
Did you
figure out how to feel
I've bled
Into all the colors here

Destined
To somehow die alone
I still
Don't understand the throne

Reverence
The summit's height
To capture
Finally fading light

It's all over
Before its begun
It's all over

Wonder why I can't give a ****
Something in the air's got me ******
I don't know, I just woke up
What can I say?
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