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Suffer
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i'm just this sort of monster
yet i'm not really awake
i'm the rage and i'm the dark perverted mess inside
can't hold on but its what i do
just a day, another year
just until i'm more
until i'm a better man
i'd not wake from this nightmare
hold onto this life
i don't know why but i know i will suffer
its just this moment and the next
to be strong, to resist
i do it for her
who else would be here for me
_______
i'm just this sort of monster
yet i'm not really awake
i'm the rage and i'm the dark perverted mess inside
can't hold on but its what i do
just a day, another year
just until i'm more
until i'm a better man
i'd not wake from this nightmare
hold onto this life
i don't know why but i know i will suffer
its just this moment and the next
to be strong, to resist
i do it for her
who else would be here for me
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
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Just me
Sparkling lights. Twinkling eyes. Her golden hair wrapped around her neck like a warm scarf. A gentle breeze would've been enough to knock me over in this moment. My throat was clogged with unspoken words and wishes. The night had only just begun and yet it felt like an eternity.
"Come with me" she whispered. A siren couldn't have been more convincing.
We walked through the dusk soaked town. Past the maroon painted bridge, past the cars with their blinding lights. My body was above water but I felt drowned. Muffled sounds of logic echoed and blurred visions of rationality desperately appeared before me. I couldn't understand them. Her cool
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Galaxy Skin
Galaxies look like milk i spilt on the lino
ethereal,
it's true;
Nut's body was is freckled with Taraxacums and gaiety.
She tells me it's like design,
tells me that, even though my cavity chest is full
of empty space held steadfast by stardust,
that it's all God's volition, that it's all art.
she tells me that numbers/words are the window to the soul,
that I should write about emptiness and glitter and detritus in the waves happiness
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I'm just this sort of child
But I'm most awake in dreams
I'm the hope and the innocence, locked away deep
Holding on so hard, it's all I can do
Every day, I await that year
When all the worst will lessen
When I'll be who I truly am
I'd rather this dream was real
Release all the illusions
I don't know how but I know I will live
It's the moments ahead that matter most
To feel safe, to feel loved
I go on for him
No one else ever thought I was worth it