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I'm never going back ! X
Riddles and rhythms
I rely on regularly
They keep me guarded
And they ground me
A poetic sequence
Slides seductive on my tongue
It holds the words like bandages
Wrapping my scars
I could sit and grieve
But then what would I become
I'd be taking steps backward
To where I've already been
I'd be placing myself in a time
That it would kill me to see
Let My inner monsters take back control of me
And that's not something
I'm gonna do willingly
They don't deserve to live
Nor breath
They would only fail me
Like an engineer
I've built bridges
And walls
To high to cross
To strong to fall
Like a poetic piece of architecture
I am to solid to endure
Like a twister
it swept all of me up
Spat out the pieces that were already damaged enough
And just like a survivor
I stood myself up
Looked at the wreckage
As it sat in a heap
I scavenged back only the pieces I needed
Then I ran amok
With energy not faulting
And I stood in the middle of the storm
Whilst everyone else was Bolting
I looked at the sky
And let out a piercing scream
I bellowed from my guts
Your gonna have to do more to damage me
And just as I stood up
To the wind earth and destruction
The sun shone through
A beautiful interruption
As the damage around me became more obvious
I bathed in the sunshine
Feeling victorious
It felt fucking glorious
It's affects simply ambience
I walked away from it all
In a second no less
As the wounded cried
For the souls they left there
I was producing my best yet
If I ever am proud of anything
That I've ever done
It's that I faced my Demond's
I never did run
I looked in their eyes
And said fuck off outta my life
And then I dismembered their ugliness
With my guts as a knife
I'm proud to be the person
I am today
I'm proud as pure fuck on fire
That I turned out this way
With strength in my bones
That feels no slack
I'm never returning
Never going back !
I rely on regularly
They keep me guarded
And they ground me
A poetic sequence
Slides seductive on my tongue
It holds the words like bandages
Wrapping my scars
I could sit and grieve
But then what would I become
I'd be taking steps backward
To where I've already been
I'd be placing myself in a time
That it would kill me to see
Let My inner monsters take back control of me
And that's not something
I'm gonna do willingly
They don't deserve to live
Nor breath
They would only fail me
Like an engineer
I've built bridges
And walls
To high to cross
To strong to fall
Like a poetic piece of architecture
I am to solid to endure
Like a twister
it swept all of me up
Spat out the pieces that were already damaged enough
And just like a survivor
I stood myself up
Looked at the wreckage
As it sat in a heap
I scavenged back only the pieces I needed
Then I ran amok
With energy not faulting
And I stood in the middle of the storm
Whilst everyone else was Bolting
I looked at the sky
And let out a piercing scream
I bellowed from my guts
Your gonna have to do more to damage me
And just as I stood up
To the wind earth and destruction
The sun shone through
A beautiful interruption
As the damage around me became more obvious
I bathed in the sunshine
Feeling victorious
It felt fucking glorious
It's affects simply ambience
I walked away from it all
In a second no less
As the wounded cried
For the souls they left there
I was producing my best yet
If I ever am proud of anything
That I've ever done
It's that I faced my Demond's
I never did run
I looked in their eyes
And said fuck off outta my life
And then I dismembered their ugliness
With my guts as a knife
I'm proud to be the person
I am today
I'm proud as pure fuck on fire
That I turned out this way
With strength in my bones
That feels no slack
I'm never returning
Never going back !
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