This blood
pumping through my veins
is not my own -
and I don't recognize
the arythmic method
of this brain that just
won't think for me.
And I am late today - I know
but I would rather ignore the sound
of you begging my attention-
and I am without forgiveness
you can no longer cure this mood I'm in-
and I am without remorse for the
goodbye I've failed to speak.
You poison me with your love
and with your words- and dare
speak of an antidote that sits
well beyond my reach -
and you preach of all that
I am doing to displease -
but you don't see how quickly
you are killing me.
These lies have proven
to be more addictive
than your truths - few,
and far between - and I can't
pretend that I am happy anymore...
I need a stronger medicine
to heal these wounds
you have inflicted upon me.
And now, this emotion
has become little more
than a word - that breaks me
and laughs while I bleed-
there will be no more worship
of this ideology -
I have become seperate
I will yet become free.
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