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Night Time Dazes. Shackles and Cages.
I'm North of Not Here, just East of Nowhere. So where do I go now? I wonder aloud. This world isn't mine, I've got no where to shine. Frankly, I shouldn't be here. This place simply isn't for me. Depths of deep abyss make me want to shout, isn't this what life's about? Falling until you cannot see, grabbing at walls that do not bleed. I feel like this is a place that cannot be called home, filled with songs and mindless drones.
This place isn't for me, I'm too free. I can't walk straight or cut tight corners, I can't follow rules, as much as I wish I could. I can't breathe I find, this place with no collar or chain. I wish for that hell, that didn't lie. It showed me my bondage and teased me for it. Not like this place, that lies in my face, and refuses to show me the shackles in which it keeps me.
I'm sick, the wind blows down another rabbit's house. The crest of the hill, a flower adorned. Moonlight only shines for her, I find. Maybe this was how it always was. Don't jinx it. The world is turning but I can't learn how to give a shit.
Sit, they tell me, learn to eat of bullshit. I blacken away and give them the slip. They're still there in actuality, but to me, they aren't. No one is. It's only me atop a hill, watching the moon drown in a lake of darkness.
The moon is weeping, it tears fall up my hair and into the stars. It weeps from beneath me, because I do not exist. It dips down, farther from my feet. It frightens me how deep I can feel this defeat. There is a maze beneath the sea, that's too hard for someone daft like me.
So I sit here and be amazed, as people try, try again. They are foolish aren't they? Not even seeing the dead ends they end up in. I think such tragedy should be a sin, for I cannot hold these tears when I see them wander. They don't know and I can't help. Who is the foolish one now?
There is a night that never goes away, it eats me up, and spits me away. I've been trapped here for so long, do I have ten fingers? Ten toes? I'm insane I think, no, no I'm not. Talking to yourself like this has never been more normal. The arguments last so long I'm afraid, I just can't choose whose side to take. Leave me be, this realm of black is all I have.
Carve a rotten path of beaten words and abused worlds. I love you has never been more fake, there is no love in those rotten words. We use them day after day, but the fury still burns.
What was I saying again? Surely I'm not going insane. No, no, of course not. Talking for hours at a time, to no one but yourself, is perfectly fine. I'm not running out of time.
The world is round and so is misery. Happiness tries to invade again, but it slips right off Misery's wet surfaces. This eternal night has a hold on this twisted soul of mine.
A lake of tears and under water mazes, what awaits me next in these night time dazes?
This place isn't for me, I'm too free. I can't walk straight or cut tight corners, I can't follow rules, as much as I wish I could. I can't breathe I find, this place with no collar or chain. I wish for that hell, that didn't lie. It showed me my bondage and teased me for it. Not like this place, that lies in my face, and refuses to show me the shackles in which it keeps me.
I'm sick, the wind blows down another rabbit's house. The crest of the hill, a flower adorned. Moonlight only shines for her, I find. Maybe this was how it always was. Don't jinx it. The world is turning but I can't learn how to give a shit.
Sit, they tell me, learn to eat of bullshit. I blacken away and give them the slip. They're still there in actuality, but to me, they aren't. No one is. It's only me atop a hill, watching the moon drown in a lake of darkness.
The moon is weeping, it tears fall up my hair and into the stars. It weeps from beneath me, because I do not exist. It dips down, farther from my feet. It frightens me how deep I can feel this defeat. There is a maze beneath the sea, that's too hard for someone daft like me.
So I sit here and be amazed, as people try, try again. They are foolish aren't they? Not even seeing the dead ends they end up in. I think such tragedy should be a sin, for I cannot hold these tears when I see them wander. They don't know and I can't help. Who is the foolish one now?
There is a night that never goes away, it eats me up, and spits me away. I've been trapped here for so long, do I have ten fingers? Ten toes? I'm insane I think, no, no I'm not. Talking to yourself like this has never been more normal. The arguments last so long I'm afraid, I just can't choose whose side to take. Leave me be, this realm of black is all I have.
Carve a rotten path of beaten words and abused worlds. I love you has never been more fake, there is no love in those rotten words. We use them day after day, but the fury still burns.
What was I saying again? Surely I'm not going insane. No, no, of course not. Talking for hours at a time, to no one but yourself, is perfectly fine. I'm not running out of time.
The world is round and so is misery. Happiness tries to invade again, but it slips right off Misery's wet surfaces. This eternal night has a hold on this twisted soul of mine.
A lake of tears and under water mazes, what awaits me next in these night time dazes?
Published 4th Nov 2014
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