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Tragic Circles
The agony creeping the dark side of my mind
Hidden scars bleeding out hope in the mirror
Fight or flight I prefer the lights on the echo side
Where time can freeze tears of the unfathomable
One day they defrost into a fog with a bright mask on
Whispers of depression anchoring confusion to my heart
Pain flows through veins causing these rhythmic palpitations
Fear will shame this guilt into chains we can't break
Tragic Circles, Chasing day after day away
Tragic Circles, Building walls around this hate
Tragic Circles, Killing all of the feeling
Tragic Circles, Digging our own graves
A brother's bond watching the other turn into a ghost
A sister's screams burns as well as the hero's eyes
A father who closed the curtains & walked out the door
A mother's monster of admiration slamming the doors on truth
A family tree watches as this young boy slowly dies
Fragments & denial so I will cut this wood into pieces
As I process these thoughts into a creative paper supply
This bloody ink will tattoo misplaced feelings on this canvas
Tragic Circles, Lying me wide awake
Tragic Circles, Crying the burden to sleep Tragic Circles, Running the green mile
Tragic Circles, Spiraling out of control
No more No more NO MORE!
I will chew through these chains to taste freedom
I will remove the noose to breathe life in the air
I will scream into deaf ears until they hear
I will write it in braille so you can feel the colors
Hidden scars bleeding out hope in the mirror
Fight or flight I prefer the lights on the echo side
Where time can freeze tears of the unfathomable
One day they defrost into a fog with a bright mask on
Whispers of depression anchoring confusion to my heart
Pain flows through veins causing these rhythmic palpitations
Fear will shame this guilt into chains we can't break
Tragic Circles, Chasing day after day away
Tragic Circles, Building walls around this hate
Tragic Circles, Killing all of the feeling
Tragic Circles, Digging our own graves
A brother's bond watching the other turn into a ghost
A sister's screams burns as well as the hero's eyes
A father who closed the curtains & walked out the door
A mother's monster of admiration slamming the doors on truth
A family tree watches as this young boy slowly dies
Fragments & denial so I will cut this wood into pieces
As I process these thoughts into a creative paper supply
This bloody ink will tattoo misplaced feelings on this canvas
Tragic Circles, Lying me wide awake
Tragic Circles, Crying the burden to sleep Tragic Circles, Running the green mile
Tragic Circles, Spiraling out of control
No more No more NO MORE!
I will chew through these chains to taste freedom
I will remove the noose to breathe life in the air
I will scream into deaf ears until they hear
I will write it in braille so you can feel the colors
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