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Only a Shell.
I can be anything I want to be,
Don't take this away from me.
When did it get so hard to breathe?
Why is this mask so heavy?
Why did I forget who's underneath?
I'm giving in to this pretender.
What's it like to surrender?
I feel like it hurts forever.
Can I taste it? Can I hear it's sound?
The corners of me, oh, they're rounded.
No more protection, nothing now.
Where's the art in seclusion?
Are all I have left questions?
I see nothing but my delusions.
I find I'm sick, something I can see.
I can be anything I want to be.
There's a soft kind of violence,
In this flooding silence.
But maybe that's just the childness.
That let's me see, let's me realize,
That's there's nothing but my demise.
I feel the stab come from behind.
My life is unfolding like disaster.
Maybe I should die faster.
Thinking there's nothing anymore,
I revert back to before.
There's no longer anything I adore.
There's a monster that only abuses,
Those that it uses.
Helping me tie the nooses,
Around this already ghost town.
Try not to fall in this sea and drown.
Those who can help you, aren't around.
Stop screaming my name,
I'm not here for you to blame.
From me, there's nothing you can gain.
I can only say I'm sorry,
Because I am empty.
Skeletons find me inside me,
This is something I can't ask why.
There's a part of me in depression,
Another that wants a confession.
But I find nothing but lame transgression.
There's something that's deprived.
I'm think I might be alive,
It's hard to forget how to revive.
But how do I know this is even my life?
This thought has become my wife.
No more heart of mine, to kill with a knife.
Broken hearts like promises postponed,
They're are left for lesser knowns.
Life is a purpose only I don't own.
Don't take this away from me.
This is all that's left of me.
Even if it's only a shell of who I used to be.
Don't take this away from me.
When did it get so hard to breathe?
Why is this mask so heavy?
Why did I forget who's underneath?
I'm giving in to this pretender.
What's it like to surrender?
I feel like it hurts forever.
Can I taste it? Can I hear it's sound?
The corners of me, oh, they're rounded.
No more protection, nothing now.
Where's the art in seclusion?
Are all I have left questions?
I see nothing but my delusions.
I find I'm sick, something I can see.
I can be anything I want to be.
There's a soft kind of violence,
In this flooding silence.
But maybe that's just the childness.
That let's me see, let's me realize,
That's there's nothing but my demise.
I feel the stab come from behind.
My life is unfolding like disaster.
Maybe I should die faster.
Thinking there's nothing anymore,
I revert back to before.
There's no longer anything I adore.
There's a monster that only abuses,
Those that it uses.
Helping me tie the nooses,
Around this already ghost town.
Try not to fall in this sea and drown.
Those who can help you, aren't around.
Stop screaming my name,
I'm not here for you to blame.
From me, there's nothing you can gain.
I can only say I'm sorry,
Because I am empty.
Skeletons find me inside me,
This is something I can't ask why.
There's a part of me in depression,
Another that wants a confession.
But I find nothing but lame transgression.
There's something that's deprived.
I'm think I might be alive,
It's hard to forget how to revive.
But how do I know this is even my life?
This thought has become my wife.
No more heart of mine, to kill with a knife.
Broken hearts like promises postponed,
They're are left for lesser knowns.
Life is a purpose only I don't own.
Don't take this away from me.
This is all that's left of me.
Even if it's only a shell of who I used to be.
Published 4th Dec 2014
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