Friday, April 24, 2020

True

It’s the grave we bury our heads in
As we pledge allegiance to whatever the crowd says
Am I enough
Was I ever enough to stand here
If I ever was the one to scream in the dark
I would say an indecision
Is no decision at all

It’s a violent love
The kind you don’t heal from
You stay somewhere
In the center of time .

I begin to get the feeling I’m a ghost
As I burn old letters but that’s not enough is it
I have a cape to
So why can’t I fly away from here

I sit in imagination
I thrive here
A place for the broken
But I’m healing here

It’s reckless
As the black touches my lips
As my dreams lie silent

I know you hear me
Screaming

But you are stuck in the night
Some say it happens only once

That’s why I’m here
It’s a violent love
The kind you can’t come back from

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