Loneliness doesn’t seem as a state to be in anymore
It feels like it’s apart of me
My whole being is just — lonely
Depressed and lonely
Maybe even miserable as well

Nothing I do can fill this void,
This vacant space in my body
I’ve tried almost everything;
I’m running out of options

How come when i’m alone,
That feeling creeps out of the corners of my brain
And wraps it self loathing arms around it?
I don’t understand
I don’t think i’ll ever understand
I probably don’t even want to

My soul grows restless
though I grow weary
I wish for a peaceful adventure
to cure this aching want.

Seek it and Don't resist it
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Seek it and don't resist it...
Fate..Say more

Except for people you can't save.. Mislead yeah..
The rhythm and diamonds off
And there all flamed up

Don't need em to make a hit
Metaphor Metaphor
Let's run this ****..out..

No weary rest....
Unless ending it
They are who
U should be fine.

NOW NOW DON'T RESIST IT..
Off with the wicked...

Cause in the minds mind mind
Yeah that's right
I'm in the middle

Now you should accept the fact
This is how you reach the stars now..
If ur sure they serve the mark
Ill show the passion...

Why do you persist?
Do you have any idea?
What I’d do
If passion pricked my chest
I’d move a million mountains
Still the seven seas
Drench the deathly deserts
Fling flames in frosted forests
Slay Hercules in his sleep
In order to cradle
You a little closer
And nip at your neck

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dictionaries stacked on the shelf near the blackboard
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papers i have lying on my desk
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thoughts inside my head
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people sitting around me
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threads lying lonely on the floor
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pencils scratching
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florescent lights bearing down upon my weary eyes
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As a drenched, drowned bee
Hangs numb and heavy from a bending flower,
So clings to me
My baby, her brown hair brushed with wet tears
And laid against her cheek;
Her soft white legs hanging heavily over my arm
Swinging heavily to my movements as I walk.
My sleeping baby hangs upon my life,
Like a burden she hangs on me.
She has always seemed so light,
But now she is wet with tears and numb with pain
Even her floating hair sinks heavily,
Reaching downwards;
As the wings of a drenched, drowned bee
Are a heaviness, and a weariness.