This feeling of
Frustration
This self-smothering need
For abnegation
My thoughts
Feelings
Words
Not good enough
To be heard
Biting back
The bitterness
I should never
Have shed
Bare before your eyes
Torn within
My head
Regret
Contempt
You left me
For dead
Never a look back
Never a passing thought
My fear your wrought
Into new dimensions
Contemplations
Of complications
Never given
Consideration
Never given much
The time
The verse
The hearse
You arranged
To carry me on
While you wept
Shallow tears
On the grave
Of us
Memories
Mean to to fade
Echo on
Penetrating us
Till it’s only their voice
We crave
Anymore
They’ve devoured
Us whole
Written and recorded in a fit of emotion. Sorry if it doesn’t make much sense. I couldn’t finish this one…
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