[Saint]

hasenfefer:

sound logic weighs heavily, now left poised in traction
sadly i lost the ration trying to parse my poisoned passion
inner voices captioned, steady my course of action;
employed a fraction; a mild interest is all i give to my debt
used to dwell with my soul's mate...now i live with regret
can i forget? i gave some of me, let the rest off to wander
thought i took the right path but even the best often ponder
now life seems petty and cold where loss is steadily sold
thought i'd come around, now routines seem empty and old
life tempts me to fold but i stay perched upon a hollow root
when casual is all the fashion, i'm still not one to follow suit
I swallow truth with every breath along with youthful pride
left bruised inside and creeping from shadows I used to hide
as the tempest heads to sea I see reflections in the slowing rains
remember the face of my other half and curse life's growing pains

enticing and vibrant; zipped tight, drawn close
my concerns are verbose, still silence I mourn most
searching for new feels like old coats not worn in ages
born in cages, curiosity taxed more than garnished wages
comfort and safety both distant foreign concepts
turn and face most of my days with a boring contempt
painfully content, lackluster days leave me uninspired
age has grown bitter round me, still cold under fire
my wonders mire me in pits where i remain in stealth
at a loss for words, still i struggle to explain myself
mundane is wealth to a man who cant give his pain away
and lifes a game persay one you must be insane to play
so hit stop, who's gonna be there when the shit drops
too many times seen my friends dip like skipped rocks
so i fight the tides of hate with fists full of scar tissue
and hold you at a distance, cuz I'm afraid that I'll miss you

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