In the stillness of twilight's kiss,
Where shadows dance in eerie bliss,
I taste the bitterness of time,
A bitter wine, a haunting chime.
The strings, they hold me back, you see,
From falling off this edge, so free,
But in their grip, I feel the strain,
A paradox, a silent pain.
I long to breathe, yet fear the air,
For every whisper, every stare,
The strings pull tight, a stifling bind,
A suffocating, creeping kind.
I yearn to go deaf, shut out the noise,
Yet listen close to hidden joys,
But madness lurks in every sound,
A maze of echoes, tightly wound.
I seek relief, a soothing scent,
But something's there, a constant bent,
It keeps me tethered, to this place,
A maze of strings, a tangled embrace.
Tell me the story about how the sun
Loved the moon so much
He died every night
Just to let her breathe
Every morning
But here I am
holding on to the strings of the sky
the story's just in pieces
no clear understanding- that's where the paradox lies
I long to see beyond this veil,
To sing my heart without the wail,
But strings of doubt, of fear, of woe,
They hold me tight, they won't let go.
Tell me the story about how the moon
Loved the sun so much
She veiled her light
To let him shine
Every morning
But here I am grasping the strings of the sky
The tale's in fragments
No clear why or how
Just the paradox within, where we lie
It lingers, haunting every breath,
A taste of sorrow, lingering death.
The moon and the sun, they dance and sway,
But I'm caught in strings, night and day.
Am cursed to live within this haunting tie
where I'm convinced myself of stupid lows
I deserve every bit torn away from me
nothing is mine anymore
I thought things would be fine,
but looks like fate didn't like I trusted so much
I guess I don't care how much my worth is
all I'll ever be is the tool you'll never see
the painters faces may change but I.. the tool will always stay
being used.... I guess is my specialty
cause there's nothing more I can ever be
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Not Your Typical Literary Masterpiece: AKA My Mood
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