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Intoxicated Surrender
Am I supposed to carry all your sorrows?
Like.....they're a burden of my own?
Like I'm holding on to tomorrow.....
As if yesterday was not already gone?
It's a song that's already been sung...
It's a moon that's already engulfed my sun
It's another moment of my time again borrowed,
Another sign that nightmares don't like to move on.....
Still spinning in circles from these
shackles being lifted,
Long sought after revelations gifted,
in which elaborate confessions bled from you....
Dripping from your mouth and fingertips
Eyes cold and coal deep
Like snakes warped in the loneliest hue
of deep onyx
smothered in ash and fumes
I...am finally free of you
We....are free of you
All the ties that bind me
to the memories of the past
lurking with future tragedies,
Poured out like acid....
Devoured pieces of me....
pushed out into nonexistence,
All those breaths,
Paranoid pawns,
Fear cradling me
from dusks till dawns...
You can no longer mask it
The monstrosity of your soul has been exposed
Liquor drowned remedies
Revealed your pedophiliac tendencies,
And all I have carried....
all now know...
Bittersweet rejoices,
Silent graciousness
for your inability to...
to...the irony in which I say this....
never put the bottle down
That bottle I cursed so many nights
The temple to the poison that sucked life
and crumpled it into dark desires
Those unheard prayers and pleas,
Hoping you'd never take another drink
But now my nemesis came to greet,
and uphold the kismet it birthed at your disgraceful feet
I knew this moment would one day crown
When burdens of your demons would cause you to drown
And karma would raise you by your throat,
to make your silence bellow loud
Patience winning at its virtue
the relief brings spiritual sound,
My seeds now know my intentions were profound,
The chess moves I had to make
Is what raised their queen to royalty
Saved them from one less tragedy,
Prevented my past from playing repeat
and spun brightness from a calamity
I always knew a demon lay in that triangular vessel you held so high,
Always praising the most high
But then intoxication would creep inside
and the real "I and I" came from beneath them dark ominous eyes
It's over now,
This being my last vent,
My last moment to ever disrespect my pen
And waste it's beautiful ink breath
On a thought of you chaining down my regrets....
I am free of you
Thank you my universe
for showing the light on why,
for opening doors quietly,
bringing justice through the darkened night
And although iron is what I wish was
your home,
I'll take what I am offered,
Because your exposed mind is a prison of its own.....
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