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anxt
11:43
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it chokes all of your thoughts, a tight queasy blindfold
through the mist gallops a blind wild beast - ghosts you feed
torn, bent, crushed - will and reason dissolved
air becomes too thin, walls are closing in
with a steady, rusty pitch, salt blades creak
growing untamed, ripping the days, a swarm of shades keeps you astray
out of control, the dragon keeps on, devouring the nights, blurring the tides
kept in your cave - monsters you’ve raised
torn, bent, and crushed - stillness conceals a storm.
burning never-ending waves, a flood of shades
in between, some peace of mind, some air to breathe, a vague relief from this pain
make amends with the present tense, keep your eyes away from the end
breath in, one more time again, brace yourself for the next crushing wave
make amends with the present tense - this too will pass away
control is an illusion we’ve tamed
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a recurring dream
05:24
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it came from the deep, calling me without speech
it runs underneath, sowing its dark seeds
it lives within, feasting on my dreams
it grows under dim, coming back ever since
I am waiting for something to call my name
I am hoping for something to wake me
I am searching for something to light the way
I am waiting for something to release me
I am alone fighting my own - slaying dragons without a sword
I am alone, unknown - singing a prayer without a voice
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foreshadowing
02:12
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self-assessment
04:06
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I don't know how it started, from where did it come, but it's here now and will not go
I've realized it's all too much to just erase and move on
our mistakes we must embrace before they stab their cutting teeth
into what's left of us to be saved, and drain the blood out of it
I've tried so hard to keep it all together in one single piece,
but I'm getting out of strength
and I'm not as good as you might think
our dreams unfulfilled, our hopes drained, our dreams erased
and you keep pouring water into our little boat for no reason at all
how can I justify this to ourselves?
I know it's harsh, a bit out of touch -but I've got to say
there's no more room in this hole for your shit
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burn it down
09:20
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ages of dust have pilled up, rust and mold are now in charge
a broken door that leads nowhere
nothing worth be saved, this house is a wreck
do what must be done. let does ghosts roam back home
to forgive, not to forget. to accept, not to yield
to rebuild, not to repeat. lesson learned, so...
burn all down - ashes will fall.
a veil of hazed memories, too much to be kept, now worthless things
strings become ropes, tight on your neck, cut them out before it's too late
the time as come. restart, build new
burn all down - smoke will rise above
burn all down - light will break through
fire will clear the path, light will cut through the wreck
flames will make amends with the ghosts we left
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unease
04:19
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at the door
09:29
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raise your glasses high - tonight we'll dance
tomorrow might we mourn but not tonight
drown among the stars a brittle swarm of thoughts
blind to the how, deaf to the why, shedded salt blurs our sight
as tides come and go oblivion devours all of us
a faded beacon points outwards, a door you must cross, alone
in awe, we stare at the fire as it rips apart your vessel
in silence, we watch the fire, turning your days into ashes
all songs have been sung, and there'll be no encore
your light is gone but your shine still echoes
we all knew (the day would come)
now it's the time to let you go, waving goodbye at the door
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the scab of days
09:24
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this mask is too tight, bruising my skin as days go by
this scab won’t let me sleep even if I scratch until it bleeds
old blood, slow and thick, a ton of days entangled in my veins
through this armour of pride and fear, I could smell it so damn clear
through the skin, the scent of time, a rusty unease, defeats of mine
look at this place, look at this mess that I have built with my own hands
so many doors and not a single key, I thought I had a plan out of here
but this inertia is so warm, I rather not know
how big must be the mirror for you to see?
don’t you dare to look too close, you might just find what you search
reflected, so pristine, behold- your worst enemy
but you rather not see!
but somewhere inside there is still a child playing catch with the sun
unaware, between the wreckage that we’ve built, dreaming of golden days to come
but somewhere outside there is still a place where warm light still glows
and somehow there is still a fierce will to dream underneath.... the scab of days
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9. |
as we drown...
03:39
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