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i'm closing in
but you'll be fine
these tears will soon fade along with the past
and we can all move on
no evidence
no scars
no tattoos
nothing but a shred of dignity and shattering memories
of our old selves
this hysteria can break someone apart
break two someones apart
but when a door closes another must open, you say.
fuck your motivational fecal matter.
stop acting like your better than me.
stop the instantaneous gratitude and just look at me.
look at what i've become
a product of everyone else's hurt, sadness and tragic depravity.
i am not my own person
the frothy texture of this coffee is getting stale mimicking my happiness.
this little light o' mine is now kept in a jar, closed off from the world, fighting against crashing blows to the lid.
the dust covers the immensely stained glass, etched with the signature of your love, not mine.
the windows are just perfectly square shaped holes in these walls, if you can call them walls.
i can't even count on one hand the amount of times i need to count with two hands to tally the gathering of wall beatings.
even jack daniel doesn't want your attention or grief, violently escaping your body every which way possible.
shackled to my own pride, my face is forever stuck in the palms of despair when you come around.
i pray that one day i won't cry when i wake up.
both thankful to see the clouded and covered sun and ashamed to find myself among this not-a-house.
the glass is my skin
the lid, my brain
the jar, my heart.
your branding skills are far superior to any cow breeders.
you have the ability to hospitalize me with your sweet hot hard "lovin".
i still have my vision and hearing.
i still have my mind.
i still have my passion within me.
but my soul has been stolen.
you take it along your journeys to and from hell as a keepsake
a reminder of your reason to live.
these tears are not diamonds of sad
they are crystallized jewels of unholy emptiness.
take my heart, what's left of it.
take my mind, whatever is able to work.
take my hands, feet, legs and arms.
give me the satisfaction of knowing,
that people can see me in my true glory.
be sure they take notice of my inner feelings.
turn me inside out, give them the horror you know they beg and plead for.
give me to the gods, and sacrifice my body.
for my soul is forever lost.

Description
i'm closing in
but you'll be fine
these tears will soon fade along with the past
and we can all move on
no evidence
no scars
no tattoos
nothing but a shred of dignity and shattering memories
of our old selves
this hysteria can break someone apart
break two someones apart
but when a door closes another must open, you say.
fuck your motivational fecal matter.
stop acting like your better than me.
stop the instantaneous gratitude and just look at me.
look at what i've become
a product of everyone else's hurt, sadness and tragic depravity.
i am not my own person
the frothy texture of this coffee is getting stale mimicking my happiness.
this little light o' mine is now kept in a jar, closed off from the world, fighting against crashing blows to the lid.
the dust covers the immensely stained glass, etched with the signature of your love, not mine.
the windows are just perfectly square shaped holes in these walls, if you can call them walls.
i can't even count on one hand the amount of times i need to count with two hands to tally the gathering of wall beatings.
even jack daniel doesn't want your attention or grief, violently escaping your body every which way possible.
shackled to my own pride, my face is forever stuck in the palms of despair when you come around.
i pray that one day i won't cry when i wake up.
both thankful to see the clouded and covered sun and ashamed to find myself among this not-a-house.
the glass is my skin
the lid, my brain
the jar, my heart.
your branding skills are far superior to any cow breeders.
you have the ability to hospitalize me with your sweet hot hard "lovin".
i still have my vision and hearing.
i still have my mind.
i still have my passion within me.
but my soul has been stolen.
you take it along your journeys to and from hell as a keepsake
a reminder of your reason to live.
these tears are not diamonds of sad
they are crystallized jewels of unholy emptiness.
take my heart, what's left of it.
take my mind, whatever is able to work.
take my hands, feet, legs and arms.
give me the satisfaction of knowing,
that people can see me in my true glory.
be sure they take notice of my inner feelings.
turn me inside out, give them the horror you know they beg and plead for.
give me to the gods, and sacrifice my body.
for my soul is forever lost.