#cathartic - Hello Poetry

I want to draw what is in my heart cathartic pictures screaming the pain I feel but I have neither the talent nor the ink to express all the skulls I see dancing in the subset

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Aug 14, 2025

Aug 14, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC

nigdaw

skulls

I want to draw what is in my heart cathartic pictures screaming the pain I feel but I have neither the talent nor the ink to express all the skulls I see dancing in the subset

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Only in dreams, a proof appears again; A distant past, still embers. Whispers the name. And more, rekindles flames, it melts my head. A feeling, though fleeting. Fervor or bane? The dread of knowing, you are only dreams. Awake, I pine to fall again to dark. A reverie to pull from my frayed seams, And catch ablaze this lonely, long lost spark. So now I ask, why you appear this time? I try to find a meaning, logic’s curse. Will answers be in me or you to find? I’ll wait for which will speak unto me first. I take your touch, your voice, with me to dawn, Pretending they were true, although you’ve gone. And patience will revive the warmth you bring, That burns my soul to black, and makes it sing.

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Aug 13, 2025

Aug 13, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC

Jmichael

Catharsis Sonnet #0

Only in dreams, a proof appears again; A distant past, still embers. Whispers the name. And more, rekindles flames, it melts my head. A feeling, though fleeting. Fervor or bane? The dread of knowing, you are only dreams. Awake, I pine to fall again to dark. A reverie to pull from my frayed seams, And catch ablaze this lonely, long lost spark. So now I ask, why you appear this time? I try to find a meaning, logic’s curse. Will answers be in me or you to find? I’ll wait for which will speak unto me first. I take your touch, your voice, with me to dawn, Pretending they were true, although you’ve gone. And patience will revive the warmth you bring, That burns my soul to black, and makes it sing.

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Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices Everything needs to get done But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things Yet words are my escape I share my dreams with others As their stories flow into me My consciousness recedes Rarely enough to have complete silence But even whispers are a relief From the thunderous yells "You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything." Those words and more echo through my mind Every second of every minute of every day. Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios Are my constant refrain All efforts I make turn to ash and dust Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight It's feels like it's me against the world And that weight is heavier than I can hold

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Mar 23, 2025

Mar 23, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC

Trevor_Dowe

Struggles

Stuck like a fly, I'm paralyzed by choices Everything needs to get done But like Ouroboros, eating his own tail The tasks are a circle with every place to start requiring a different task to be done It's a sisyphean struggle to get started on most things Yet words are my escape I share my dreams with others As their stories flow into me My consciousness recedes Rarely enough to have complete silence But even whispers are a relief From the thunderous yells "You're just lazy!" and "You'll never amount to anything." Those words and more echo through my mind Every second of every minute of every day. Wistful "if only"'s of impossible scenarios Are my constant refrain All efforts I make turn to ash and dust Just taking the next step, the next breath is a fight It's feels like it's me against the world And that weight is heavier than I can hold

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If our lives were captured in paintings, each moment recorded in brush strokes I would collect all of my history into a warehouse, set it on fire and dance in the pyre's flames- until everything turned to ash.

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Sep 18, 2024

Sep 18, 2024 at 8:47 AM UTC

MA-TH

Freedom

If our lives were captured in paintings, each moment recorded in brush strokes I would collect all of my history into a warehouse, set it on fire and dance in the pyre's flames- until everything turned to ash.

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there must be a use for tears they’re so free flowing and liberal aside from the cathartic release of crying couldn’t we use tears for something collected tears of emotion for different uses i don’t believe tears aren’t useful perhaps i should collect my tears and anoint my prized possessions in them when i think of my pain with regard to you could i collect those tears and touch them to your forehead could you understand my pain then would tears become a blessing a catalyst for true understanding and when i’m crying from joy could i put those happy tears on your lips and could you taste my ecstasy

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Dec 12, 2023

Dec 12, 2023 at 5:41 AM UTC

missnobodyxo

tears

there must be a use for tears they’re so free flowing and liberal aside from the cathartic release of crying couldn’t we use tears for something collected tears of emotion for different uses i don’t believe tears aren’t useful perhaps i should collect my tears and anoint my prized possessions in them when i think of my pain with regard to you could i collect those tears and touch them to your forehead could you understand my pain then would tears become a blessing a catalyst for true understanding and when i’m crying from joy could i put those happy tears on your lips and could you taste my ecstasy

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Looking over, down below I can feel myself begin to overflow The waves rise as I feel my stomach churn I would rather have my skin set alight and start to burn Rivers form behind my eyes As I cry out to the skies My body shivers, not from the cold But from a mental prison that cannot be controlled. However, what scares me the most is I don’t know why Because what does that imply? That my mind is nothing but a coin flip And with heads, I’m fine, but with tails, I lose my grip My fear of the world around me is never-ending Yet, I still wish I could stop pretending Until that day comes, I’ll continue to sink Never able to truly think.

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Apr 3, 2023

Apr 3, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC

gabrieltheangel

Living Anxious

Looking over, down below I can feel myself begin to overflow The waves rise as I feel my stomach churn I would rather have my skin set alight and start to burn Rivers form behind my eyes As I cry out to the skies My body shivers, not from the cold But from a mental prison that cannot be controlled. However, what scares me the most is I don’t know why Because what does that imply? That my mind is nothing but a coin flip And with heads, I’m fine, but with tails, I lose my grip My fear of the world around me is never-ending Yet, I still wish I could stop pretending Until that day comes, I’ll continue to sink Never able to truly think.

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Rock solid brain occulted by tarnished skull Flesh cradle worshiped by something weak Crawling soul seeks shelter. Spiraling Spirals Spirals speak to my circling spirit Listening from the shadows of meekness

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Apr 12, 2022

Apr 12, 2022 at 1:30 AM UTC

pilgrims

Despicable

Rock solid brain occulted by tarnished skull Flesh cradle worshiped by something weak Crawling soul seeks shelter. Spiraling Spirals Spirals speak to my circling spirit Listening from the shadows of meekness

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Is there something wrong with me? Why is that, you don't look my way? Is there something wrong with me? Because you have perceived me in a different way? I m spinning around in circles Thinking I would get a chance But now it seems to have gone astray Come to me, I won't bite I just want to talk Come to me, I won't hate I just want to be loved I m looking to you i m looking for you Should I be looking inside? Should I be waiting for you? Come to me, I m not looking for a fight I just want to smile Come to me, to dance along I just want to laugh Maybe one day, you ll see Should I wait for that day? Why am I asking this from you? When I should be asking myself.

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Jun 16, 2020

Jun 16, 2020 at 10:56 AM UTC

ramblingduchess

Come to me

Is there something wrong with me? Why is that, you don't look my way? Is there something wrong with me? Because you have perceived me in a different way? I m spinning around in circles Thinking I would get a chance But now it seems to have gone astray Come to me, I won't bite I just want to talk Come to me, I won't hate I just want to be loved I m looking to you i m looking for you Should I be looking inside? Should I be waiting for you? Come to me, I m not looking for a fight I just want to smile Come to me, to dance along I just want to laugh Maybe one day, you ll see Should I wait for that day? Why am I asking this from you? When I should be asking myself.

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For one yesterday I would trade every tomorrow Anyone if I could have you Been looking for a way to make this exchange No one seems to have a clue I provoke sorrow with memories They can make old wounds bleed Choking them or stretching them out Senses shakily blurred indeed Stomach twisting from nostalgia I watch pictures from the past I'm left with traces of regret Do I hold or let go fast? These demons desire my surrender Pretend I'm winning the fight Straining muscles just to stand Invited to wave a flag white Feel cathartic Nearly on the brink Emotions high when I sink back Was used to the ache of remembering Failed being an amnesiac

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Nov 30, 2019

Nov 30, 2019 at 6:26 AM UTC

AmandaKayBurke

"Yesterday" Response

For one yesterday I would trade every tomorrow Anyone if I could have you Been looking for a way to make this exchange No one seems to have a clue I provoke sorrow with memories They can make old wounds bleed Choking them or stretching them out Senses shakily blurred indeed Stomach twisting from nostalgia I watch pictures from the past I'm left with traces of regret Do I hold or let go fast? These demons desire my surrender Pretend I'm winning the fight Straining muscles just to stand Invited to wave a flag white Feel cathartic Nearly on the brink Emotions high when I sink back Was used to the ache of remembering Failed being an amnesiac

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I think the only way to truly live Forever is to die young and tragically; to go in some incredibly mysterious way; that would be superior and most definitely unforgettable and that could quite possibly be immortality.

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Feb 1, 2019

Feb 1, 2019 at 6:18 AM UTC

M_Karrington

Immortality

I think the only way to truly live Forever is to die young and tragically; to go in some incredibly mysterious way; that would be superior and most definitely unforgettable and that could quite possibly be immortality.

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Sometimes we need to be careful at the things we're good at, because we might spend the rest of our life doing it.

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Jan 30, 2019

Jan 30, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC

M_Karrington

Good

Sometimes we need to be careful at the things we're good at, because we might spend the rest of our life doing it.

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Writing is very cathartic for me, In the same way, Which, Bleeding is cathartic for plague treatment. After drenching a page, I sit, Corpse-still, Catholic cathedral still, Feel! Echoing off my abandoned adorned walls.

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Oct 20, 2018

Oct 20, 2018 at 3:41 PM UTC

john-paul-richard

Untitled

Writing is very cathartic for me, In the same way, Which, Bleeding is cathartic for plague treatment. After drenching a page, I sit, Corpse-still, Catholic cathedral still, Feel! Echoing off my abandoned adorned walls.

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Blazing the sun, Here I am living my life having fun. The days go by in a world that never sleeps. Despite my efforts in life of doing my best. Life to me feels like it is a test. Sometimes I weep, I feel like I’m playing on a deck of cards. Sometimes people ask, what’s the matter? But my life’s just getting better. My soul is like the ocean, Strong, deep and wild. Adventurous and creative to the core. I find myself wanting more. I’m surrounded in a world that’s just about vanity, but to me that’s just insanity. Sometimes I feel down, I feel like a clown. There are times I cry and die a little inside. My head feels like it’s going to explode when I feel anxious, moments when my head feels like it’s on fire because I feel dire. I walk alone because I’m wise. I avoid small minds. Music and clarity are the only things that keep me away from insanity. They are the reflection of my aura. The definition of my life’s mission. After all, I’ll always do what I can with my time just to be fine. There’s no need to use my intuition. A poem written by Connor Vibes. (2018 - All rights reserved)

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Jul 13, 2018

Jul 13, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

Connorvibes

Blazing in the sun.

Blazing the sun, Here I am living my life having fun. The days go by in a world that never sleeps. Despite my efforts in life of doing my best. Life to me feels like it is a test. Sometimes I weep, I feel like I’m playing on a deck of cards. Sometimes people ask, what’s the matter? But my life’s just getting better. My soul is like the ocean, Strong, deep and wild. Adventurous and creative to the core. I find myself wanting more. I’m surrounded in a world that’s just about vanity, but to me that’s just insanity. Sometimes I feel down, I feel like a clown. There are times I cry and die a little inside. My head feels like it’s going to explode when I feel anxious, moments when my head feels like it’s on fire because I feel dire. I walk alone because I’m wise. I avoid small minds. Music and clarity are the only things that keep me away from insanity. They are the reflection of my aura. The definition of my life’s mission. After all, I’ll always do what I can with my time just to be fine. There’s no need to use my intuition. A poem written by Connor Vibes. (2018 - All rights reserved)

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no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.

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Apr 17, 2018

Apr 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

aye miss the trials and tribulations of expectant fatherhood

no emotionally ecstatic experience compares to the seminal instance whence spermatozoa (from profuse *********** beget the miraculous propensity to procreate despite the steep odds female fertility fosters potential impregnation fusing the hereditary debt of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness fueling fancy free footloose fornication prior to seminal fertilization union sans ova doth induce fret full ness in tandem with diametrically opposed exultant sensations (biologically, embryonically, microscopically, et cetera) seismic shocks inject when deliberate intent arises to disregard applying prophylactics choice plying reproductive roulette let which analogous fruitful uterine plain bastes the "cooking" egg omelette which impregnation upends cessation of "self" first and foremost asper desire to breed wrenching role of "me" as operative of webbed world de jure upon consummating that most miraculous deed necessitating yet for the fecund female relief from messy menstrual cycle she becomes temporarily freed that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced in the euphoric family, she instinctually abides prenatal signals that heed without feeling debased, harangued, lectured pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously, ineluctably, kinesthetically lectured by elder, especially cast in thee reel life drama, that nine months til offspring utters initial whimper elapses exceptionally fast emitting a radiant golden halo wishing to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last ideally fully awake to the birthing process, when juiced the first stage of maternity past cuz every moment thee inconsolably (perhaps colicky infant) gets first dibs to suckle, which round the clock nursing consumes moments many vast.

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Oh, to wreck a room! To unleash my rage And let fury from its cage. With just one ornament I’d start Then break all f**king else apart. It would so make me smile To let anger out for a while. It wouldn’t end pretty, but Oh, to wreck a room!

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC

liz-o

An Idle Threat of Violence

Oh, to wreck a room! To unleash my rage And let fury from its cage. With just one ornament I’d start Then break all f**king else apart. It would so make me smile To let anger out for a while. It wouldn’t end pretty, but Oh, to wreck a room!

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It's like I'm fighting time never have enough but always wasting too much waiting on time to fix the broken parts of "us" wondering when things will feel right if they ever will I'm still stuck on moments people said would heal been struck by the realization that learning how to accept is to learn how to deal but acceptance comes with time and through time wounds have been revealed These days my words ring empty, my voice remains low I've been made of broken promises over the months it's started to show Commitment to my future is all too rooted in my past I need to let go of comfort this time around I have to make the changes last

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Nov 30, 2017

Nov 30, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC

senzitiv

Time

It's like I'm fighting time never have enough but always wasting too much waiting on time to fix the broken parts of "us" wondering when things will feel right if they ever will I'm still stuck on moments people said would heal been struck by the realization that learning how to accept is to learn how to deal but acceptance comes with time and through time wounds have been revealed These days my words ring empty, my voice remains low I've been made of broken promises over the months it's started to show Commitment to my future is all too rooted in my past I need to let go of comfort this time around I have to make the changes last

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Somewhere between meeting you and loving you I stopped writing. I've built up so much to say I don't know where to start with everything you broke or all the times you broke my heart. I could begin with your secrets and their names shed light on the pain, the shame and talk about how much it still weighs. I could go on about our begin-agains and epiphanies, spiritual connections and energy, adventures that will go down in history but those things don't consume me I need to bleed out these other feelings, I want to work on forgiving. You know this isn't all your fault. Scared to love you I bittered my heart and you hated the taste; didn't believe in letting your time go to waste so part of you let go. I'm not sure that part ever came back... Maybe I've seen it but it never stays, and neither do you.

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Aug 8, 2017

Aug 8, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC

senzitiv

Scattered thoughts

Somewhere between meeting you and loving you I stopped writing. I've built up so much to say I don't know where to start with everything you broke or all the times you broke my heart. I could begin with your secrets and their names shed light on the pain, the shame and talk about how much it still weighs. I could go on about our begin-agains and epiphanies, spiritual connections and energy, adventures that will go down in history but those things don't consume me I need to bleed out these other feelings, I want to work on forgiving. You know this isn't all your fault. Scared to love you I bittered my heart and you hated the taste; didn't believe in letting your time go to waste so part of you let go. I'm not sure that part ever came back... Maybe I've seen it but it never stays, and neither do you.

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Life events will have an impact Both negative and positive. It all depends on how we react, Cope with such changes as we live. Some bring great joy, sorrow or pain; They change us fundamentally. Life cannot be the same again As we view it differently. Life will go on nevertheless, No doubt more changes we shall see. And how we react, nothing less, Shall decide how our lives will be.

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Jun 7, 2017

Jun 7, 2017 at 3:58 AM UTC

damian-murphy

Catharsis...

Life events will have an impact Both negative and positive. It all depends on how we react, Cope with such changes as we live. Some bring great joy, sorrow or pain; They change us fundamentally. Life cannot be the same again As we view it differently. Life will go on nevertheless, No doubt more changes we shall see. And how we react, nothing less, Shall decide how our lives will be.

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When you casually left from my life I know it’s cliché but it felt like a knife I never expected to lose you but I guess were through. I can’t stop brushing my fingers on the old pages it’s been ages since we last spoke my eyes devour the written words of our history how you left me still seems a mystery your leaving took its toll it left a void, a hole. When you casually left from my life I knew it was the right thing but im pulling myself on this string. Pretending its not happening I never expected to lose you but I guess our love wasn’t true. I know I need to close the dusty pages I cling to flick the new pages open and push through. You seem happier while I still can’t sleep I don’t cry or weep but I know my wound is **** deep. It’s about time I had some good sleep not tossing and turning and thinking sinking in to my mind, unblinking I know I need to write my next chapter escape my abandoned captor. Once I pick up my pen I know Ill be almost new again who knows what awaits what the fates have in store but I know i'll no longer be on the floor thinking and rewinding our time together I have an unsteady hand to open the new pages It’s a slow and lonely journey, it may take ages but I will write a next new chapter. Where you have lost me but I will be free.

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Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 8:58 AM UTC

CP

the next chapter

When you casually left from my life I know it’s cliché but it felt like a knife I never expected to lose you but I guess were through. I can’t stop brushing my fingers on the old pages it’s been ages since we last spoke my eyes devour the written words of our history how you left me still seems a mystery your leaving took its toll it left a void, a hole. When you casually left from my life I knew it was the right thing but im pulling myself on this string. Pretending its not happening I never expected to lose you but I guess our love wasn’t true. I know I need to close the dusty pages I cling to flick the new pages open and push through. You seem happier while I still can’t sleep I don’t cry or weep but I know my wound is **** deep. It’s about time I had some good sleep not tossing and turning and thinking sinking in to my mind, unblinking I know I need to write my next chapter escape my abandoned captor. Once I pick up my pen I know Ill be almost new again who knows what awaits what the fates have in store but I know i'll no longer be on the floor thinking and rewinding our time together I have an unsteady hand to open the new pages It’s a slow and lonely journey, it may take ages but I will write a next new chapter. Where you have lost me but I will be free.

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Leave me please Love me deep I'm about to cease I'm about to breathe There's nothing to feed Nothing to sink my teeth It'll be another millennium Till I'll be freed I'm not the circus you can seek Nor a dream you can sleep Not a road you can reach I'm your god I'm your slave I'm anything you crave Left alone in a cave Made one in your mistake Every machine ever made The life you make And the life you take I'm the rotten seed The forgotten forests creed Far from the civilization I abide by my greed I'm not the one you can teach I have no soul to preach No walls you can breach Just an ocean That you can never keep One that will never bleed Or breed Everything that's inside For I am One and only No matter how much you laugh.

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Feb 2, 2017

Feb 2, 2017 at 2:45 AM UTC

aviisevil

Why can't we all be the good things ?

Leave me please Love me deep I'm about to cease I'm about to breathe There's nothing to feed Nothing to sink my teeth It'll be another millennium Till I'll be freed I'm not the circus you can seek Nor a dream you can sleep Not a road you can reach I'm your god I'm your slave I'm anything you crave Left alone in a cave Made one in your mistake Every machine ever made The life you make And the life you take I'm the rotten seed The forgotten forests creed Far from the civilization I abide by my greed I'm not the one you can teach I have no soul to preach No walls you can breach Just an ocean That you can never keep One that will never bleed Or breed Everything that's inside For I am One and only No matter how much you laugh.

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