❦→[¹litost: a state of agony and torment created by the sudden sight of one's own misery
²sciamachy: fighting with imaginative shadows/yourself]
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maybe i was a blessing,
but the way you said me turned me into a curse
and this is me undressing — every part of it you made me despise
a corpse living mechanically,
with no future insight
vacant of a soul bleeds from my shoulder,
did i deserve a death toll?
to love, support and set you up on a boulder
that moment of litost,
when you stood in front of me
nine stabs, fire turned to frost
watch your own scavengers consume me alive,
and call it sciamachy
when did you derive — the courage to kill your own protector,
defender
render me into shades of blue,
to paint an abonadoned ocean
somebody once loved to visit,
but ended up taking the stones — that end the commotion
everytime my eyelids fall,
i still see the picture
vivid and vintage,
with you still being the fixture,
of everything in it
i drank the chemicals,
before experiencing another episode
it's mystical — the way shame forbid you from the funerals
of one of me, two of me, three of me
and of everything that i'd ever seen
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update: uhm...
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| musings harmonizing
Poetryhi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
