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Just a game
Standing before myself
And cowering with fear
Knowing that what holds me hostage
Is what will set me free
Bound up and tied by the years
A macabre bloodbath of time
Existing on memories
I have no memory of
And wanting a future
I can't even imagine
Refusing to allow myself that which I need
And denying the need of that which I allow myself
With strength I maintain my weakness
And that weakness is that I deny my strength
It feels like it's all just a game...
And cowering with fear
Knowing that what holds me hostage
Is what will set me free
Bound up and tied by the years
A macabre bloodbath of time
Existing on memories
I have no memory of
And wanting a future
I can't even imagine
Refusing to allow myself that which I need
And denying the need of that which I allow myself
With strength I maintain my weakness
And that weakness is that I deny my strength
It feels like it's all just a game...
Published 11th Sep 2009
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15th Sep 2009 1:28am
I really like this, it's at the same time desperate, dark yet powerful.
especially this part:
'Knowing that what holds me hostage
Is what will set me free '
very powerful indeed
especially this part:
'Knowing that what holds me hostage
Is what will set me free '
very powerful indeed
