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Idk how to feel about this new one I wrote, seems a bit crowded now that I look at it again
if anyone’s still listenin’ through the static, the blur, the fade— I whisper my own name in empty mirrors, wait for a pulse that won’t save. Catch signs like they’re warnings now—flickerin’ headlights, songs cuttin’ off mid-line, Random scents of smoke and metal, or is my mind just rewirin’ decline? Every feather driftin’ down—angel callin’, or just fallout from the wreck? Miss the version of me that smiled easy, voice steady… now it’s cracked, a wreck. Blasted “Last Letter” again last night, volume max till my skull vibrates, Wonder if anyone’s watchin’ from the edge, gettin’ a laugh at how I break. Or maybe tell the old crew, “He tried, he really did—proud he didn’t fake.” Wish I’d locked eyes with every moment, held tighter before the spin-out quake. Too late. Words clot in my throat, apologies I never voiced aloud. Feels like I’m right here, breathin’ shallow, yet a universe crowds around. You’re a heartbeat away in the rearview, but the distance grows profound. How’s the end feel so close when the clock just keeps windin’ down? One crash, lights strobe, something’ pierces deep, spine screams, no sound, Knives twisting’ like fate laughing’, body shredded, glass raining’ around. When it stops—heart slowly blackenin’, blood like ink spreading’ across the ground. Woke up knowing’ everything’s glass-thin—could shatter without a sound. Stress claws canyons in my chest, heart hammerin’ like it’s tryna escape, Mind loops reset-reset-reset on the almost, the could’ve, the too late. OCD got me rewritin’ the pain, tears smear the page, nothin’ escapes. Scrapped the whole damn life script, tried starting over… but the ink just fades. Blamed myself for the shadows, every bottle I chased to numb the roar, Couldn’t see the war ragin’ inside—now the mirror shows the score. Took forever facin’ the help I needed, regret sits heavier than before. If my crown ever lands in these hands, I’ll lift it… but who for? I keep my word to the ghost in the glass, even when the hurt won’t quit,
Excerpt from my poem Castle Prison
I had a castle in the sky it’s like a prison now I feel the poison in my veins but I’m not screaming out I look into the mirror it’s like a shadow town The secrets I could tell you would make the world unbound Every brick was laid in pain, every stone was a vow What once felt like a kingdom feels like chains pulling down I traded freedom for a crown that was forged out of doubt And every jewel in that crown was just a scar sticking out
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@Warren Mark Thank u, sometimes I just write it the way it comes to my head
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