My heads a jumble of silly things
Violent thoughts all circling
I walk past folks that plainly see
How thoroughly you’ve broken me
I have no destination
And my tongue feels rough and dry
This sudden isolation
Has my eyes prepared to cry
I only wish I knew exactly how, what, when, and why?
I don’t know what I’m doing here
My muddled mind is far from clear
I’m surrounded by smoke and cologne
So how can I feel so alone?
My echoing heart is hollow
And my throat won’t make a sound.
There’s this lump that I can’t swallow
So I watch my feet move on the ground
My silence seems so un-profound
I knew it wouldn’t last
Much to my dismay
I suppose this pain will pass
However, till that day…
You’ve shocked me speechless, babe!
In every kind of way.
It's been a long day! Always.
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
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I'll just keep fueling the fire til I burn to death
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
~artistic-advancement
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I'll just keep fueling the fire til I burn to death
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we're more than artists, we're works of art.
~artistic-advancement
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I'll just keep fueling the fire til I burn to death
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