ornitorinko
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Tearing Away - Feedback Welcome
*reflect in French
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A long term turmoil has started inside of me,
Scratching away at my walls,
Suffocating
Blinding the warmth.
It scrapes my heart,
Rips me open and laughs
God i wish!
I hope!
But know theres no avail.
Theres nothing to repatch
The damadge I've already done,
Too late, too tainted
Too gripped in terror
To care.
Every morning
And
Every night
The same sonnet grips my soul,
It strangles my throat,
Chocking me
As if sucker punched my soul.
I know I can survive and climb on out,
Im not sure I want
Maybe its just better to slip on down.
Easier for sure,
Without a doubt.
For the first time
In many years
Im really contemplating it.
It scares me to my core,
Way more than whats been ripped out.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I dont do anything but 'reflechir'*
Its too much, its taking me away;
Any strain of hope
Snaps away,
I'm all alone!
Seems that life is testing.
I know I can overcome,
I also know the pain of the swamp
I'm not sure I want to run.
Just give me five more minutes,
Which will turn into a day,
A month, a year,
Then it will be too late.
They say the light is pure,
The light is true,
The light is gold!
For once I thought I had something;
Now suddenly I'm left
With a gaping hole.
The light is nearly gone
Everything is no more.
I'm not a victim,
I brought it upon myself,
But now that it's too late;
I'm just not sure.
Scratching away at my walls,
Suffocating
Blinding the warmth.
It scrapes my heart,
Rips me open and laughs
God i wish!
I hope!
But know theres no avail.
Theres nothing to repatch
The damadge I've already done,
Too late, too tainted
Too gripped in terror
To care.
Every morning
And
Every night
The same sonnet grips my soul,
It strangles my throat,
Chocking me
As if sucker punched my soul.
I know I can survive and climb on out,
Im not sure I want
Maybe its just better to slip on down.
Easier for sure,
Without a doubt.
For the first time
In many years
Im really contemplating it.
It scares me to my core,
Way more than whats been ripped out.
I can't eat, I can't sleep,
I dont do anything but 'reflechir'*
Its too much, its taking me away;
Any strain of hope
Snaps away,
I'm all alone!
Seems that life is testing.
I know I can overcome,
I also know the pain of the swamp
I'm not sure I want to run.
Just give me five more minutes,
Which will turn into a day,
A month, a year,
Then it will be too late.
They say the light is pure,
The light is true,
The light is gold!
For once I thought I had something;
Now suddenly I'm left
With a gaping hole.
The light is nearly gone
Everything is no more.
I'm not a victim,
I brought it upon myself,
But now that it's too late;
I'm just not sure.
*reflect in French
O
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