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...Razors & Ropes...Burdens of one without hope
By SolApathy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVdJCGUHL4A
It’ll always be the same
My darkness has never changed
Shadowed in sorrow
Burdened by the thought of seeing another tomorrow
I gaze to the sky—I see no beauty in this chaotic life
Sun rises and sears my synapses with pain
Memories forged in the kiln of pain fueled dreams
I open my eyes and the nightmare of life—It screams
Burdened by commitments not my own
I beg to be cast from this throne
Burdens of others
my Achilles heel
I strain to feel something more
--Something I can feel
A tear shed as I hear your sorrow
Knowing I can barely feel what I believe is real
Hollow existence my curse
Everyday I rehearse
Muscle-memory feelings
Everyone I am deceiving
I crave an end to this existence in which I cannot
Win
Holding these words, I write
Begging for the will to fight
Phantom pains I feel every night
To touch you and show you the despair
You don’t understand or care
Depression just a thought to be swept away –Or so you say
Never grasping this deep dark musty well
Deep in this hole that is my Hell
No ropes can reach to the sky
At my feet I hear their cries-muffled
Silenced within the hollow walls
Absorbing my screaming calls
Razers slice the moments as I try to ascend
How do you defend?
Roll up my sleeves and see the map of my disease
Lines of lost roads—Searching for hope
Comfort within the rough feel of this rope
Melancholy as see no place to hang-free
I lay in the filth of hope never to be
Consumed by Life’s disease
It’ll always be the same
My darkness has never changed
Shadowed in sorrow
Burdened by the thought of seeing another tomorrow
I gaze to the sky—I see no beauty in this chaotic life
Sun rises and sears my synapses with pain
Memories forged in the kiln of pain fueled dreams
I open my eyes and the nightmare of life—It screams
Burdened by commitments not my own
I beg to be cast from this throne
Burdens of others
my Achilles heel
I strain to feel something more
--Something I can feel
A tear shed as I hear your sorrow
Knowing I can barely feel what I believe is real
Hollow existence my curse
Everyday I rehearse
Muscle-memory feelings
Everyone I am deceiving
I crave an end to this existence in which I cannot
Win
Holding these words, I write
Begging for the will to fight
Phantom pains I feel every night
To touch you and show you the despair
You don’t understand or care
Depression just a thought to be swept away –Or so you say
Never grasping this deep dark musty well
Deep in this hole that is my Hell
No ropes can reach to the sky
At my feet I hear their cries-muffled
Silenced within the hollow walls
Absorbing my screaming calls
Razers slice the moments as I try to ascend
How do you defend?
Roll up my sleeves and see the map of my disease
Lines of lost roads—Searching for hope
Comfort within the rough feel of this rope
Melancholy as see no place to hang-free
I lay in the filth of hope never to be
Consumed by Life’s disease
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Thursday, November 1, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...In the Merging of soul and mind something went wrong--Leaving happiness...BehindComments on "...Razors & Ropes...Burdens of one without hope"
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On Wednesday, December 5, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT
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wrote:
A sense of melancholy, distant tears. I sense this piece is been for years. I'm not quite certain if this has been around that long, I just merely sense that the emotions behind it have been around for as such.
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