I'll break into pieces if I get defeated,
by whatever's taken a hold...
I'm thinking my fate has already been told,
I'm only a kid, I feel fifty years old,
I'm hoping and praying that what is forsaken
will kindly give way to some homeostasis,
I'm naked from neck up, and that is too much -
Hegel got faded, beat me to the punch
I'm lunch for all these demons, that's cliché,
but I gotta leave it, I -
I don't know what I'm saying, but I mean it.
I don't know what I'm saying, but I feel it.
The pieces of me that are broken
will come back together, but I need a moment,
I'm on the road. . .
.
Cold and uncontainable.
Fill up the margin, the page is full.
Filling my pockets and heading to Stull.
Telling myself that I'm out of control,
'cause I cannot help when the lead is dull.
.
and, I don't know where
Hell's embrace returned to me,
but on that road we wind and wind
the clocks to find the wasted time.
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Poetry, One-Shots, and Song Lyrics
PoetrySpare change texts. Writing stories takes a lot, and I tend to forget them. I very rarely finish anything. Poems are a lot easier. Here are some songs and poems I've written. If you want to use any lyrics I write, feel free. No credit required, for...