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Shaming
01:19
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Shaming is so ugly so please don’t hurt me I can’t stomach this anymore
Growing strains of impatience, growing pains of what I can’t feel, but see. Out of reach. cause without
effect. [betraying love]
There’s wrath bestowed upon my cold home
Growing strains of impatience, growing pains of what I can’t feel, but see. Out of reach. cause without effect.
Step out
Dissipate hate
Understandthis heart is easy to break stop pretending it’s not killing me
My own darkness--fevers every place Self-enslaved by--a candid, tainted mess Stark excuses for apologies It’s too late now this is useless.
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Desideria
03:04
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When did our institutions of thought become your expose of the dismay? Let's sow mind field for sovereignty, but harvest thought decay.
Don't teach by standards that choke my efficacy. Stop crunching numbers that impose creativity
Positivistic rule compose this Freirean faux. Scaffold for responses we feel, not for your control.
Don't teach by standards that choke my efficacy. Cultural inputs make up more than just one scene
No cynic is left behind; Proficiency can't be defined
Learn to commiserate with our paralysis from your mistakes
The pupil can’t be oppressed if light still permeates won’t settle for a taste acquired so relentless.
Disgracing symbiosis: mutiny sprouts through famine.
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Before I Turn Blue
02:40
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please return before i turn blue. your touch grew colder and i still
approved. displaced from your thoughts and every memory. in shallow waters, i learned to sink.
and every day’s a game…
i reached out to hands extending closed fists you said you loved me to death, so then you killed me. everything’s reminisced until nothing’s new the seeds were planted and only mold grew.
there’s a painting on your ceiling of me drowning in your vacancy
please return before i turn blue.your touch grew colder and i still approved. displaced from your thoughts and every memory.with a keen facade to hide all of it.
and every day’s the same…
i rake the sheets at night with my discomforts you turn me in again when your crime’s done. pressing the bruise to stop eventual healing I’m so fucking numb from drinking all my feelings
i found closure in disaster i’m pained deeper when you kiss her
please return before i turn blue. your touch grew colder and i still approved. displaced from your thoughts and every memory a grain of sand to drown a mountain
I sit and wonder how it could still hurt is it that your heart still beats near? even though it’s become unrequited love you just don’t seem to disappear
I’m just a webbed up fly—with no arachnid to watch me die i yearned to escape my mind
But I’ll make it through on my own I needed you to survive
But my weakness I’ll overthrow, yeah.
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Still Life
03:54
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the missed strokes leak emptiness dark colors bleed evidence cosmetic flaws will dissipate smart patterns show they’ve been
Painted stills today, couldn't catch the moment of a desperate grasp of air. It was lost in translation. Surreal life transcend the page of artistry, and blurs a sight of hope in color spectrums I can’t see.
A thousand brushstrokes to fan the flames Distorted focus to hide the shame Emphasizing secrets through colorings
A silhouette so desperate to be erased Right before a new less precise mess View the tragedy occult to everyone Eyes are shaking from trying to grasp it The pungent melodies seen under the sun
Dark hues crave complements. Abstractions never make much sense. Impressions only speak to me at warm and close distance, spare contour for life in form.
A thousand voices without a name Forbidden fruits rot; fall out of frame Loneliness is fixed in colors dancing A wick too cold no light can embrace it Right before a new less precise mess View the tragedy occult to everyone Eyes are shaking from trying to grasp it The pungent melodies seen under the sun False pattern recognition Will deceive every single picture There’s a call for extinction Of the lies art can lecture
Break free; let the trance
rewind --again.
Ill perspectives, rooted
distress, only see
reprieve. Take the notion
dead weight misfortune
is life’s disease
Ill perspectives that root
in distress, only see
reprieve. Fade the
colors that only accent
misery.
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