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Emo
01:59
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the focal point of an endless regaling
a trendsetters skin eroded
theres only terror past these bags repurposed
as force-fed fuel for fucking survival
but every second is a month in passing
when the weightlessness pulls me under
a golden dancer on broken feet
pretending height is achievable before surrender
lets kill a god tonight
its either him or me
i fell in love with all the weapons
a cover-all, serene
i live in preparation
a recital to end the cycle
the algae grows on my blackened teeth
a refusal of survival
because these lesions bloom on these concrete walls
and my feet touch the ceilings in hospitals
are you ready to be let down yet?
can you fake the bravery that I've been faking?
lets drill a hole between my eyes
thats where the pressure builds, I'm staking out absolution
i wanna catch fire, want the hurt to all leave in the heat
im so sorry that you're so sorry
i just can't find a better way
lets bleed on paperback
a representation of the pain we felt
its not enough to garner a better day
but it can shoot its shot as a cry for help
lets lean on inconsistency,
the "better day" stories i apply so touchingly
theres no alleviation
an indifferent eternity sees nothing in taking a moment
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the plane leaves my eyeline
the sky is left corroded
the breath halts in my lungs
a picture unfocused
am i alive just to be let down?
are you awake, can you talk now?
can we repurpose the blood in my skin
for some projection that I'm not a part of
I've been meaning to ask you what its like
to get to feel the sun on your face
the taste of eagerness on your tongue
my split lip leaks a prayer to stop waking up
am i forgiveness
or am i desperate?
my sun-bleached tongue sends its love to the pavement
adrift the doubt and isolation
ill plant my feet in this moment and live a life adjacent
I'm apologies and eyesores,
creeping hands can tear the skin
empty hollows once were tired eyes,
the likes of which I've always been
and in the evening theres no healing
i haven't seen the sun in weeks
its all the feet marks on the ceiling
and the teeth marks in running streaks
can you believe me?
can we try again?
ill choke on knots and blue complexions
the sweetest taste of a bitter end
can i be nothing?
can this skin release?
its all the boring, all the loss
and all the dragging through the weeks
can i be forgotten?
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That's So Kafka-esque
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Seethruskin Charleston, West Virginia
☭acoustic emo☭
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