"disembody" poems - Hello Poetry

Warning: Use dis list in context. You decide on which side you fall. disappear disregard disaster displace disqualify disrepair disturb dissipate disability dispose dismal distribute distrust disturb discriminate discuss disdain disguise dishearten disinherit disown disparage disagree disgruntle disclose discolour dispute disarm discover disassemble disadvantage disallow dispossess discontent discontinue disrespect disincline discomfort disrepute dishonest disillusion dishonor dismiss disobey disjoin disappoint discipline discord discern discrete disfigure disconnect disapprove discharge disbar disease discord disfavor disengage disassociate discipline discount disembody displace dissaray disembowel discombobulate discredit discourse disentangle disenfranchise disembark discard disburse disbelief discover disable disagree disintegrate dismay dispense dislodge disclaimer disapprove dissatisfy disrupt dispel dislike dismantle disloyal disbatch disrobe disperse display disaprove disciple disavow disconcert disinfect disorder dismal dismember displease dissemble disunity dislocate distort distrust distress dissolute disassociate distill discect (?) distemper distain distasteful distraught dissolve dissonant dissuade And dis isn't de end.

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Aug 22, 2015

Aug 22, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC

francie-lynch

Is Dis Good or Is Dis Bad (a partici-poem)

Warning: Use dis list in context. You decide on which side you fall. disappear disregard disaster displace disqualify disrepair disturb dissipate disability dispose dismal distribute distrust disturb discriminate discuss disdain disguise dishearten disinherit disown disparage disagree disgruntle disclose discolour dispute disarm discover disassemble disadvantage disallow dispossess discontent discontinue disrespect disincline discomfort disrepute dishonest disillusion dishonor dismiss disobey disjoin disappoint discipline discord discern discrete disfigure disconnect disapprove discharge disbar disease discord disfavor disengage disassociate discipline discount disembody displace dissaray disembowel discombobulate discredit discourse disentangle disenfranchise disembark discard disburse disbelief discover disable disagree disintegrate dismay dispense dislodge disclaimer disapprove dissatisfy disrupt dispel dislike dismantle disloyal disbatch disrobe disperse display disaprove disciple disavow disconcert disinfect disorder dismal dismember displease dissemble disunity dislocate distort distrust distress dissolute disassociate distill discect (?) distemper distain distasteful distraught dissolve dissonant dissuade And dis isn't de end.

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an ark of Noah would disembody a silvery horse with seraphim whether res publica rained on earth with quiescent nomads and to cloud their creation in planet of thieves with periods of sporadic sea

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Dec 30, 2018

Dec 30, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC

poetman

planet of theives

an ark of Noah would disembody a silvery horse with seraphim whether res publica rained on earth with quiescent nomads and to cloud their creation in planet of thieves with periods of sporadic sea

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i disembody you in poetry: thin scabs film over your bones, i pick them until i find new skin to lay my kisses on — a new land to baptize with my own heathen hands, i disembody you with them: chest spread open like that of a dressed foul. my body is too corrupted but it knows of intense longing, piercing live-coal eyes, it burns my neck like a crucifix, like flames on a burning metal — it heals, almost cleanses like holy fire and with new bones, i disembody you in poetry: an attempt to see you, hold you, love you whole without it consuming me: a sight of pink lips, pink tongue, pink columbines on your wrist; i take apart your entirety, press it, piece by piece on my fragile nail bed — hidden away somewhere the world loses its sight. and maybe now after all the cycles, it is the world's turn to fumble far and wide, to despair in search for your hands — your eyes that unsettle and leave the cosmos collapsing majestically in its own harshest daylight leaving us all disembodied in blinding, vivid, solar colors. forgive my compulsions to love you like this.

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Feb 6, 2022

Feb 6, 2022 at 12:15 AM UTC

femininedeath

apocalypse

i disembody you in poetry: thin scabs film over your bones, i pick them until i find new skin to lay my kisses on — a new land to baptize with my own heathen hands, i disembody you with them: chest spread open like that of a dressed foul. my body is too corrupted but it knows of intense longing, piercing live-coal eyes, it burns my neck like a crucifix, like flames on a burning metal — it heals, almost cleanses like holy fire and with new bones, i disembody you in poetry: an attempt to see you, hold you, love you whole without it consuming me: a sight of pink lips, pink tongue, pink columbines on your wrist; i take apart your entirety, press it, piece by piece on my fragile nail bed — hidden away somewhere the world loses its sight. and maybe now after all the cycles, it is the world's turn to fumble far and wide, to despair in search for your hands — your eyes that unsettle and leave the cosmos collapsing majestically in its own harshest daylight leaving us all disembodied in blinding, vivid, solar colors. forgive my compulsions to love you like this.

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I was deep in the land of shadows Halfway between the living and dead In the awful silence of void The atmospheres soft And it’s people plastic Mephistophelean and astute When a band of ruffians stormed The inferno beneath With volcanic tremor Sweeping down like a tidal wave Of so terrific Tsunamic magnitude Spurning all restraint Slowed down my pace By reciprocal math of wizardly Substituting the direct proportion for inverse I dragged and they almost flew Corpsic form and tattered cloth Is all I see and Gaping mouth oozing blood Grotesque creatures tinting hell After me and almost done I should out loud voiceless I reach for the nothingness And there’s no thing I stretch still to scale it down Wishing I had wings And take flight Or superhuman like Superman Hopping I possessed metaphysical force Like the Matrix upgrade version To disembody and dematerialize And so vanish into stillness To hang in space out of sight By the trickery of magic To cast spell like lady of the Voodoo And freeze plant herbage and the human Instantly and give a diabolic glean Make a catwalk of villain trump To the disgust of victim And ultimate flown of the gods That hardly smile anyway But I am human and my powers feeble My infinity lies bound within Time and daylight The parameters of finite In a rat race so unfair Distances too close and defeat too plain I die out and awoke within To brace another day with headache Devil, I escaped Gehenna That gives me surety I will outpace you For what I saw when I slept Hail Tartarus I am Morpheus

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Jun 18, 2012

Jun 18, 2012 at 9:29 AM UTC

pat-pakla

I Slept and Saw

I was deep in the land of shadows Halfway between the living and dead In the awful silence of void The atmospheres soft And it’s people plastic Mephistophelean and astute When a band of ruffians stormed The inferno beneath With volcanic tremor Sweeping down like a tidal wave Of so terrific Tsunamic magnitude Spurning all restraint Slowed down my pace By reciprocal math of wizardly Substituting the direct proportion for inverse I dragged and they almost flew Corpsic form and tattered cloth Is all I see and Gaping mouth oozing blood Grotesque creatures tinting hell After me and almost done I should out loud voiceless I reach for the nothingness And there’s no thing I stretch still to scale it down Wishing I had wings And take flight Or superhuman like Superman Hopping I possessed metaphysical force Like the Matrix upgrade version To disembody and dematerialize And so vanish into stillness To hang in space out of sight By the trickery of magic To cast spell like lady of the Voodoo And freeze plant herbage and the human Instantly and give a diabolic glean Make a catwalk of villain trump To the disgust of victim And ultimate flown of the gods That hardly smile anyway But I am human and my powers feeble My infinity lies bound within Time and daylight The parameters of finite In a rat race so unfair Distances too close and defeat too plain I die out and awoke within To brace another day with headache Devil, I escaped Gehenna That gives me surety I will outpace you For what I saw when I slept Hail Tartarus I am Morpheus

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Sit now in this cafe with me and we'll play a game of chess: I am thinking of taking your queen, and putting two sugars in my coffee at the same time. We're talking about you and me now and the sun is slowly fading behind cobbled stones and Christmas lights that illuminate this pulsing city all throughout the night. I hear your words, and they hit my heart like a harp that's playing by itself in the dark. We're back to our thoughts and expectations we're talking about that night I drank too much and revealed my lacerations of past love affairs and difficult family tidings but let's not go there, I'm on a winning streak. The smell of coffee and earl grey honeyed-out tea is making my nose twinge with notions of good deeds. Your hair frames your face in such a sophisticated way; *who wouldn't fall in love with you if I went away?* More than anything, there is a feeling in my heart that says I love you so, but I've imprinted in your delicate place for far too long. Yet here I am, questioning everything as we play this game in the middle of a cobblestone town where the Christmas lights shine above us and the smell of pastries and sinful delights evoke a response that can disembody me tonight. I question myself: Do I love you? I answer myself: I do not know. Love is such a fickle thing, and yet here we are, passing glances and your face is carved into my camera lens smiling back at me and not knowing how much doubt comes into my soul when I look at you.

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Feb 21, 2012

Feb 21, 2012 at 5:10 PM UTC

je-suis-la-lune

Crimbo in Bristol

Sit now in this cafe with me and we'll play a game of chess: I am thinking of taking your queen, and putting two sugars in my coffee at the same time. We're talking about you and me now and the sun is slowly fading behind cobbled stones and Christmas lights that illuminate this pulsing city all throughout the night. I hear your words, and they hit my heart like a harp that's playing by itself in the dark. We're back to our thoughts and expectations we're talking about that night I drank too much and revealed my lacerations of past love affairs and difficult family tidings but let's not go there, I'm on a winning streak. The smell of coffee and earl grey honeyed-out tea is making my nose twinge with notions of good deeds. Your hair frames your face in such a sophisticated way; *who wouldn't fall in love with you if I went away?* More than anything, there is a feeling in my heart that says I love you so, but I've imprinted in your delicate place for far too long. Yet here I am, questioning everything as we play this game in the middle of a cobblestone town where the Christmas lights shine above us and the smell of pastries and sinful delights evoke a response that can disembody me tonight. I question myself: Do I love you? I answer myself: I do not know. Love is such a fickle thing, and yet here we are, passing glances and your face is carved into my camera lens smiling back at me and not knowing how much doubt comes into my soul when I look at you.

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to disembody, to be of purer stuff, without the "st-ah" and without the "uff", that would be, for now, enough.

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Feb 15, 2011

Feb 15, 2011 at 9:53 PM UTC

perig3e

to disembody

to disembody, to be of purer stuff, without the "st-ah" and without the "uff", that would be, for now, enough.

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When I'm happy The demons go skin deep They live deep inside my body Trying to take over my soul and disembody They try to make me not feel the pain But I do feel the pain it's so inhumane It's a shadow that entered into my body and mind It was the other day when I was seven sheets to the wind Anytime I think of good thoughts The demons inside scream and distorts How can I continue to feel you in me Why did I not notice that you was standing next to me, who gave you the key The demons have to subside Before I lose my control and my brain gets fried Should call in an exorcist Before my soul becomes the sickest It needs to die Before I close my eyes I remember killing one demon But I was just dreaming It's do or die you see Your not taking over me

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Feb 11, 2017

Feb 11, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC

denise-huddleston

Inside

When I'm happy The demons go skin deep They live deep inside my body Trying to take over my soul and disembody They try to make me not feel the pain But I do feel the pain it's so inhumane It's a shadow that entered into my body and mind It was the other day when I was seven sheets to the wind Anytime I think of good thoughts The demons inside scream and distorts How can I continue to feel you in me Why did I not notice that you was standing next to me, who gave you the key The demons have to subside Before I lose my control and my brain gets fried Should call in an exorcist Before my soul becomes the sickest It needs to die Before I close my eyes I remember killing one demon But I was just dreaming It's do or die you see Your not taking over me

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it is a meaningless curiosity, to wonder where you went. the anonymity of the future seems to disembody what came and went. and i sat, and wept, and inhaled what your cigarette bled. there, lonesome, where two sparks had once met. a fire so bright that dripped kerosene where it stepped, was put out by time, and i observed as it crept. i did spend restless nights, and i prepare. more will come. but trust me my dear, one day you’ll know where i'm truly from. just as you told me we were, that there’d be no more “us” as the sun rose in morn’ and then set off towards dusk. the light will dismiss, like the flicker from a chalice, my skin will thicken like mountains on an atlas. and i will rise, and i will tremble, as my words craft me a temple, colossal in height, and treacherous in-depth, where my scripture will live, and in solitude kept. but you’ll hear, and you’ll listen, and you’ll reflect on my image as i watch myself glisten, from you and beyond. on that day, understand my duty as an artist, and why my memory of you will last. as the suffering turned to art for my future will be composed of our distant past. -melancholicreator

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Jun 5, 2020

Jun 5, 2020 at 12:23 PM UTC

melancholicreator

from you, and beyond

it is a meaningless curiosity, to wonder where you went. the anonymity of the future seems to disembody what came and went. and i sat, and wept, and inhaled what your cigarette bled. there, lonesome, where two sparks had once met. a fire so bright that dripped kerosene where it stepped, was put out by time, and i observed as it crept. i did spend restless nights, and i prepare. more will come. but trust me my dear, one day you’ll know where i'm truly from. just as you told me we were, that there’d be no more “us” as the sun rose in morn’ and then set off towards dusk. the light will dismiss, like the flicker from a chalice, my skin will thicken like mountains on an atlas. and i will rise, and i will tremble, as my words craft me a temple, colossal in height, and treacherous in-depth, where my scripture will live, and in solitude kept. but you’ll hear, and you’ll listen, and you’ll reflect on my image as i watch myself glisten, from you and beyond. on that day, understand my duty as an artist, and why my memory of you will last. as the suffering turned to art for my future will be composed of our distant past. -melancholicreator

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chained up on a visceral boomerang to your apathy - disembody, then shrivel back into my chest. infested with a vile peanut gallery snickering in the belly of my ears. cursed with an over-active mental ***** reflex, born with the habit of re-ingesting bile and lies. gag-order on the heart so it doesn't whip me with it's crown of thorns twisted from plucking the horns of dead roses. he loves me, he has no room for me, beyond the tip-tap of trembling bones upon his shoulder. i've trimmed myself down with neglect, i've perfected the presentation of deception as a romantic encounter, monotonous plunging of doubt across layers of skin. carouseling a patch-worked mantra of ambivalence, motion sickness riding on my collarbone dressed with a grin heaving and green. i caught whiplash from sneaking glances at you while creating the illusion that i was forever turning away - always leaving, always shaking out a no, always building up a wax paper wall (always clumsy, always patching holes with cotton). i'm wasting away on the offerings you drop at the pit of my stomach: all lead anvils and hurricanes. i wish i could carve out the part of me that thinks of you, drown it in cyanide, and mock it's funeral with fireworks. i am toddler-tantrum-flinging my limbs wild at the sky, eyes pinched shut, and teeth blooding my lips. loving you tastes of salt and iron, what a balanced palette for dining on a soul.

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Oct 19, 2015

Oct 19, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC

jumpingjellybeans

loving you tastes of salt and iron.

chained up on a visceral boomerang to your apathy - disembody, then shrivel back into my chest. infested with a vile peanut gallery snickering in the belly of my ears. cursed with an over-active mental ***** reflex, born with the habit of re-ingesting bile and lies. gag-order on the heart so it doesn't whip me with it's crown of thorns twisted from plucking the horns of dead roses. he loves me, he has no room for me, beyond the tip-tap of trembling bones upon his shoulder. i've trimmed myself down with neglect, i've perfected the presentation of deception as a romantic encounter, monotonous plunging of doubt across layers of skin. carouseling a patch-worked mantra of ambivalence, motion sickness riding on my collarbone dressed with a grin heaving and green. i caught whiplash from sneaking glances at you while creating the illusion that i was forever turning away - always leaving, always shaking out a no, always building up a wax paper wall (always clumsy, always patching holes with cotton). i'm wasting away on the offerings you drop at the pit of my stomach: all lead anvils and hurricanes. i wish i could carve out the part of me that thinks of you, drown it in cyanide, and mock it's funeral with fireworks. i am toddler-tantrum-flinging my limbs wild at the sky, eyes pinched shut, and teeth blooding my lips. loving you tastes of salt and iron, what a balanced palette for dining on a soul.

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What does it mean to feel anxious? To feel a feeling, a simple feeble feeling. It is bigger than you know and it's bigger than you, you know? What is it like to lose all rationale? No comprehension, a simple tiny tension Dormant, yet always active... on standby. You try and take a stand but he grabs you, chokes you, shrinks you, with nothing but his hands. Be glad not to understand, if you don't, for Anxiety is but a cruel old man, and he won't stop pushing, stop unpicking, stop telling you fake news til you fit right into his shoes And he says it all with conviction, he does but he will not convict you, he can't. So, disembody his truth, the subordinate and inconsequential statements. He is but an intangible being, with no vision of the world that you are seeing, no reliable perceptions no means to perceive. He is not here, not in this world, and not in your heart and there it is; his real truth, that he attacks your heart Since he doesn't have his own. You're not the one with a problem, Anxiety is.

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May 7, 2018

May 7, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC

AishahNahar

Heart

What does it mean to feel anxious? To feel a feeling, a simple feeble feeling. It is bigger than you know and it's bigger than you, you know? What is it like to lose all rationale? No comprehension, a simple tiny tension Dormant, yet always active... on standby. You try and take a stand but he grabs you, chokes you, shrinks you, with nothing but his hands. Be glad not to understand, if you don't, for Anxiety is but a cruel old man, and he won't stop pushing, stop unpicking, stop telling you fake news til you fit right into his shoes And he says it all with conviction, he does but he will not convict you, he can't. So, disembody his truth, the subordinate and inconsequential statements. He is but an intangible being, with no vision of the world that you are seeing, no reliable perceptions no means to perceive. He is not here, not in this world, and not in your heart and there it is; his real truth, that he attacks your heart Since he doesn't have his own. You're not the one with a problem, Anxiety is.

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The cold snow up to my aching knees I look down to where we once stood Memories just washing away in the rivers It's tonight, I'll walk among the silent trees Bleeding and quiet against the cold wood Forgiveness in the countless tries and failures Autumn has once again fallen behind us The cold winters I face so lonesome Lands bereft of verdure vivid, content life I've bled and lost what was love and lust Cold, dead roots rise from the gray stone All I loved was lost in battles and strife The crows fly from their snowy branches Listen to them fly, singing in caw It's like they speak and yell down to me Mock my distance to the town's ranches Shout at the wolves ****** gaping maw Nature's beast, please let me be free But I sit by this stream of water running Letting nature run around my body Becoming ethereal and observant I can feel the long silences coming The silence grants me glorious disembody Laying down by the river, among the plants I remember the warm summer days Where I sat with you right here We listened to the calm of the wood Watched the sunset in a gaze We whispered words for the year This is right where we once stood Everything moves in such silence Bleeding yet so warm, relaxing Nature gives me total solitude Escape from the world's violence All the city's men warring, attacking Away from the women so rude Deepest breaths come in such altitude The crushing and stretching of my heart Trying to calm from red, crying eyes Keeping from an erupting attitude The woods are playing the best part I'm trying to forget all of life's lying It would take days to find my corpse Out in this forest of complex lonesome I bleed from my wrists and my legs Far away from the city and it's ports Lay here and forget life so loathsome Die where we once stood and I begged This spot right here, it's where we once stood...

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May 5, 2016

May 5, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC

Iain-cooper

This is Where We Once Stood

The cold snow up to my aching knees I look down to where we once stood Memories just washing away in the rivers It's tonight, I'll walk among the silent trees Bleeding and quiet against the cold wood Forgiveness in the countless tries and failures Autumn has once again fallen behind us The cold winters I face so lonesome Lands bereft of verdure vivid, content life I've bled and lost what was love and lust Cold, dead roots rise from the gray stone All I loved was lost in battles and strife The crows fly from their snowy branches Listen to them fly, singing in caw It's like they speak and yell down to me Mock my distance to the town's ranches Shout at the wolves ****** gaping maw Nature's beast, please let me be free But I sit by this stream of water running Letting nature run around my body Becoming ethereal and observant I can feel the long silences coming The silence grants me glorious disembody Laying down by the river, among the plants I remember the warm summer days Where I sat with you right here We listened to the calm of the wood Watched the sunset in a gaze We whispered words for the year This is right where we once stood Everything moves in such silence Bleeding yet so warm, relaxing Nature gives me total solitude Escape from the world's violence All the city's men warring, attacking Away from the women so rude Deepest breaths come in such altitude The crushing and stretching of my heart Trying to calm from red, crying eyes Keeping from an erupting attitude The woods are playing the best part I'm trying to forget all of life's lying It would take days to find my corpse Out in this forest of complex lonesome I bleed from my wrists and my legs Far away from the city and it's ports Lay here and forget life so loathsome Die where we once stood and I begged This spot right here, it's where we once stood...

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Trigger. Pull on my ankle like an anchor when I reach for something bigger. Trigger. Provide me warmth, then leave me for all of the winter. Last winter was a cold one. Trigger. Compare me to your old one. Like what has even yet to begun isn't already there and above a love you would love to love. Trigger. Tell me I'm not enough. But I called your bluff, and enough is enough. I won't come undone into empty space. Trigger. Disembody my grace. Waste time trying to save face, knowing this is not the place. Own your take and give me back my shadow I had perfectly placed. Trigger. You aimed it at me. Trigger. They came exactly...how I would never approach, yet they say I am their only hope. Trigger. there's things you should know that don't go down the throat easier than swallowing pride. And you'd rather live less alive, than to be quiet in the night making sure your mind is right. Trigger. Or how that might, just send you to the sky, and you might survive a high you've pinned down your whole life. Trigger. Let it ignite. Trigger. I could be wrong. Trigger. I could be right. And sometimes it feels like, they deem me wrong before my mistakes. Trigger. So I ask, what does it take, to not break, before day breaks. But before I could finish, trigger...pulled. Echoes break. Trigger...pulled. Death to the ego that tried to save its face. Trigger...pulled. Death to the disembodied grace. Trigger...pulled. Aimed at anything severing from the misplaced. Trigger...pulled. The insane pointing fingers at the sane. Trigger pulled. I remain.

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Aug 17, 2016

Aug 17, 2016 at 4:29 PM UTC

lauren-gorger

Triggers

Trigger. Pull on my ankle like an anchor when I reach for something bigger. Trigger. Provide me warmth, then leave me for all of the winter. Last winter was a cold one. Trigger. Compare me to your old one. Like what has even yet to begun isn't already there and above a love you would love to love. Trigger. Tell me I'm not enough. But I called your bluff, and enough is enough. I won't come undone into empty space. Trigger. Disembody my grace. Waste time trying to save face, knowing this is not the place. Own your take and give me back my shadow I had perfectly placed. Trigger. You aimed it at me. Trigger. They came exactly...how I would never approach, yet they say I am their only hope. Trigger. there's things you should know that don't go down the throat easier than swallowing pride. And you'd rather live less alive, than to be quiet in the night making sure your mind is right. Trigger. Or how that might, just send you to the sky, and you might survive a high you've pinned down your whole life. Trigger. Let it ignite. Trigger. I could be wrong. Trigger. I could be right. And sometimes it feels like, they deem me wrong before my mistakes. Trigger. So I ask, what does it take, to not break, before day breaks. But before I could finish, trigger...pulled. Echoes break. Trigger...pulled. Death to the ego that tried to save its face. Trigger...pulled. Death to the disembodied grace. Trigger...pulled. Aimed at anything severing from the misplaced. Trigger...pulled. The insane pointing fingers at the sane. Trigger pulled. I remain.

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