They say follow your passion, but leave out the part about burning flames
Burning to extinguish the cold numb of a dying world, but a charred soul never wins the game
I've thrown countless pieces of myself into an abyss hoping to light the void
Regret shackled to me with heavy hope for a future left me only annoyed
Sacrifice the me of old to make way for the future alluded with gains
Only to see that one can never forcefully erase the totality of one's pain
Breaking myself down to squeeze into a cocoon of ignorant immorality
Only to emerge shattered with a new view on impeding doom of mortality
Once believed to be innocent, the hand of reflection displayed thyself battered and red
Never forgetting the journey to bring my passions back from the dead
The old me now a memorial of where I've been, and how far I've come
Knowing the totality of the evil I posses within will never be undone
Now ridden of the notion of needing to be perfect in everything I do
Solved the cases of skeletons in my closet even with hidden clues
No amount of growth is worth destroying my own heart for, the ends don't justify the means
I am the savior and murderer of my own dreams
May my future endeavors to become a better person wash me clean
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Poetry
PoetryJust some poetry I make on the fly when my mouth can't speak what emotions I feel, my soul will type them here.
