A Challenge V/XVI


A Challenge V/XVI

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Lies passed as truth,
Played on repeat
Again, again, until
They sounded unrecognizable

A Challenge V/XVI

Lies passed as truth, Played on repeat Again, again, until They sounded unrecognizable:

It will all be over soon And none of it will matter.

It will all be over soon And none of it will matter. Words, thoughts, a heart, shattered.

It will all be over soon And none of it will matter. Words, thoughts, a heart, shattered. Secrets, never borne, bared

It will all be over soon And none of it will matter. Words, thoughts, a heart, shattered. Secrets, never borne, bared A darkness yet untold, shared.

A darkness like an impulse,

A darkness like an impulse, compulsion masked as instinct.

A darkness like an impulse, compulsion masked as instinct. It will all be over soon And none of it will matter.

It can be pieced back together.

It can be pieced back together. Shard by shard, bit by bit.

It can be pieced back together. Shard by shard, bit by bit. They don't cut me the way Broken things do. It doesn't cut me now. It cuts me then,

It can be pieced back together. Shard by shard, bit by bit. They don't cut me the way Broken things do. It doesn't cut me now. It cuts me then, when it falls apart again,

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound.

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound. And the blood spills,

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound. And the blood spills, The tears well,

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound. And the blood spills, The tears well, hot and burning, boiling,

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound. And the blood spills, The tears well, hot and burning, boiling, but it can be pieced back together.

And the shrapnel finds New ways to wound. And the blood spills, The tears well, hot and burning, boiling, but it can be pieced back together. Shard by shard, bit by bit.

Dead or dying, living, trying, The laughter just sounds like crying.

That's fine. That's normal.

That's fine. That's normal. Just a plight of multifaceted minds.

That's fine. That's normal. Just a plight of multifaceted minds. It's just emptiness, just symptoms.

There's nothing here, really.

There's nothing here, really. Nothing that matters, really,

Just emptiness that can't be filled

Just emptiness that can't be filled Not by anyone,

Just emptiness that can't be filled Not by anyone, especially not like this,

Just emptiness that can't be filled Not by anyone, especially not like this, not by anyone.

This affection, longing,

This affection, longing, Is nothing, it can't be.

This affection, longing, Is nothing, it can't be. It can't mean what it's supposed to mean,

This affection, longing, Is nothing, it can't be. It can't mean what it's supposed to mean, What it always means.

Just bottle, throttle, the blood

Just bottle, throttle, the blood Until that heart breaks, cracks,

Just bottle, throttle, the blood Until that heart breaks, cracks, Splinters, with every beat,

Just bottle, throttle, the blood Until that heart breaks, cracks, Splinters, with every beat, A rhythm of awesome darkness,

Just bottle, throttle, the blood Until that heart breaks, cracks, Splinters, with every beat, A rhythm of awesome darkness, pulsing, suffocating, insistent.

Just bottle, throttle, the blood Until that heart breaks, cracks, Splinters, with every beat, A rhythm of awesome darkness, pulsing, suffocating, insistent. A heart that will still need fixing.

The laughter just sounds like crying. That's fine. That's normal.

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