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Lost roots

I can't seem to remove this eclipse
This curse hovers over me,
a black storm cloud blocking the view of the stars exploding
and expanding into vast clouds of glittery neon dust...

I can't feel any ghosts, I can't feel the energy of the mystics here before.
Have I become a nihilist? This self-proclaimed know-it-all...
a soul-sick bastard with a stolen dream.
All meaning seems phony...
Have I been the subject of a spiritual lobotomy?
Or were they antidepressants?
Social engineering, maybe energy vampires?
Tangled by cords like thick vines,
Not sure where to go from here.
I have forgotten who I am, all that remains is fear.

My empathy is smothering me,
take it, take it all away so I could be me again...
Im sick of strangers looking down on me,
Im sick of understanding, walking in everyone else's smelly shoes,
then going home barefoot. Still, the scent of their misfortune lingers...

The world is so draining, my energy is trashing around
trying to escape, but no... still bound
Bound to its master's self pitty
all resulting in suicidal tendencies.
I read tarot cards and plunge into a meditation,
and I find myself years ago... telling me to run...
Run away from this sick, detached world.

There are no roots where I am.