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Becalmed* For Eternity
Seemingly endless nights
Filled with poison to help the fight
Only to see myself--with the venom in hand
Where has my soul gone, have I been had?
Who I am has been stolen
The one who stole my being someone
My inner self is lost at sea
Left with no paddle and a priceless fee
Will I find my shadow, my place?
Where am I to be?
If not here, then maybe somewhere we can't see
Desperate, I'll drop my anchor in any shore
Not sure if this dream is what I want anymore
Maybe I'll find a new place to head
A place where all hopeless feeling is dead
Temptation to belong is now in the past
My only hope is that place my mind takes me--
My sails shall cast
Becalmed* When a sailing vessel is unable to move due to lack of wind
Filled with poison to help the fight
Only to see myself--with the venom in hand
Where has my soul gone, have I been had?
Who I am has been stolen
The one who stole my being someone
My inner self is lost at sea
Left with no paddle and a priceless fee
Will I find my shadow, my place?
Where am I to be?
If not here, then maybe somewhere we can't see
Desperate, I'll drop my anchor in any shore
Not sure if this dream is what I want anymore
Maybe I'll find a new place to head
A place where all hopeless feeling is dead
Temptation to belong is now in the past
My only hope is that place my mind takes me--
My sails shall cast
Becalmed* When a sailing vessel is unable to move due to lack of wind
Published 18th Mar 2013
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19th Mar 2013 1:34am
very deep. It's hard coping with an inner struggle when looking at the mirror. I do it myself everyday. your reflection taunting. It's a bitch. The flow was great, good work The definition at the end was also a very nice touch. Learned something new today
