fault
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Dear world,
What’s going on man?
I’m no batman
But i can clearly unravel the mystery present
You’re not currently very pleasant
my fault is another's laughter.my soul begins to sink as my red faceinks in myembarrassment.the smile i've putthere is convincing,but it's a show.under the apathyi'm blinking
I can't turn it off, that goddamn alarm
continuously sounding as I lay here
Each "beep" saying your name
Pounding in the realization
That you won't be there
to hold me,
to fix me,
Many hearts will come and FALL
BUT MY greed will remain steady
Cypress Delva
Residing by the wayside
The breeze whispering on my face
First the mud was dredged from the reeded river
by the potter’s boy
who slid his hands in the cool sludge and made his friends with the wet earth.
In the studio, the inert mass waited to be yanked off in chunks, to be shaped by adroit hands –
like...
Every name you called me, every hurtful word
Cut me so deeply that it really hurt
But then I remembered something I know is true
That when you point a finger at me, four point back to you
i want you to see the scars on my skin
the wounds youre responsible for
i want you to witness my blood an my pain
and my nights spent alone on the floor
i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides
Pinks, Purples, blues, greens,Strike with a Spark of Powder,With each curve,twirling,They leave a dusty trail.Only to be left,A mess.
Everyone was born with parents,
How long they stayed is different.
Everyone once had a home,
Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm.
Everyone once held innocence,
People love to tell you that
“You are the captain of your own soul!”
What they neglect to tell you
Is that they are at the helm
And should you hit an iceberg
It is you who must go down with the ship.
