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Numb
Read it over and over
Until the words become Numb
Until they fall
To a lighter beat of the drum
Absorb into my Skin
When I've forgotten their meaning
I won't feel their sharp edge
Until the blood begins streaming
Surrender fascinated
While others run screaming
Animated self
An unmanned vehicle careening
Detached and still kicking
Can't figure it out
My bleeding heart is still beating
Though it's been Hollowed out
Battles travel uphill
Can't afford to stop
Fear I'll be too exhausted
When I reach the top
No time to cry. No time to feel.
No time to remember that every wound heals.
Because if I stop and let it sink in…
Darkness will consume & the Monster will win.
Drink of my tears. Take my blood to atone
Scrape off the flesh and whittle my bones
The Raven calls out with that tempting chime
But I'd sell parts of my soul just to borrow more time
Cross section for a day. Another chunk for an hour
If it meant starting over, I'd let myself be devoured
I read it over... and over...
Until the words became numb
Until they fell
To a lighter beat of the drum
No time to cry.
No time to feel.
No time to remember that some wounds don't heal
Until the words become Numb
Until they fall
To a lighter beat of the drum
Absorb into my Skin
When I've forgotten their meaning
I won't feel their sharp edge
Until the blood begins streaming
Surrender fascinated
While others run screaming
Animated self
An unmanned vehicle careening
Detached and still kicking
Can't figure it out
My bleeding heart is still beating
Though it's been Hollowed out
Battles travel uphill
Can't afford to stop
Fear I'll be too exhausted
When I reach the top
No time to cry. No time to feel.
No time to remember that every wound heals.
Because if I stop and let it sink in…
Darkness will consume & the Monster will win.
Drink of my tears. Take my blood to atone
Scrape off the flesh and whittle my bones
The Raven calls out with that tempting chime
But I'd sell parts of my soul just to borrow more time
Cross section for a day. Another chunk for an hour
If it meant starting over, I'd let myself be devoured
I read it over... and over...
Until the words became numb
Until they fell
To a lighter beat of the drum
No time to cry.
No time to feel.
No time to remember that some wounds don't heal
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