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"The Hidden Recesses of Our Fragility"

All of these feelings that come to the surface,
overwhelming my good intentions and subverting
my judgement
 
All of these emotions that were once sealed up,
eventually break free, overcoming my senses,
leaving me reeling and senseless writhing in
my inadequacies
 
And do you remember the day of the death of your
innocence; have there been days that you looked
back and tried to see where you left it
 
Like a vault its been locked up tightly, and sealed in the
memories recesses...
 
These things are probably buried deeply for our best interests  
 
And it makes me angry, and it makes me mad; it makes me
want to do some shit that I never have
 
Try to turn the days and the hours, the minutes and the seconds
back; but they're lost forever, and once they're gone they can
never be recovered, no matter what bridge you try to again
span
 
Each time you deny the good it dies, and a little bit more death
comes; this cannot be refuted, and once it happens it can't be
undone
 
Death and Hades are here, they're so much more nearer than
the earth is to the sun
 
Run away from, but then turn again and embrace your daemons;
although at one time we sought for a reprieve, we find out that
they're more comfortable to be with sleeping
 
And it makes me angy, and it makes me mad; it makes me
want to do some shit that I never have
 
Try to turn the days and the hours, the minutes and the seconds
back; but they're lost forever, and once they're gone they can
never be recovered, no matter what bridge you try to again
span
 
Because they've all been burned-down; and there are sections in
our minds that once closed-up can't be unbound
 
Our psyche, a very intricate and fragile thing, conceals tightly the
worst chapters in our lives, somewhere in the void keeping them
from resurfacing to break us over and over again
 
But still, the damages make me angy, and they make me mad;
and makes me want to do some shit that I never have
 
Try to turn the days and the hours, the minutes and the seconds
back; but they're lost forever, and once they're gone they can
never be recovered, no matter what bridge you try to again
span
Written by hungrypan74 (Dantalyon)
Published | Edited 12th Oct 2016
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