Athenaxatic

count it left with me

Athenaxatic

“You handled it so well.”
          
          No, I didn’t. I lost myself. I went insane. It traumatized me. I had to shove my muffled screams on a pillow every night. I had to act like I’m not supposed to be thrown on a mental asylum. I had to force myself to sleep just so I could mute the terrifying thoughts on my head. Even then, it still haunts me in my sleep. I had to join countless organizations and drown myself in overwhelming academic workloads just to keep the noise around me all so I could escape the deafening silence in my head. So no, I didn’t handle it. I’m just a master of weaving colored threads on the tapestry of veracity.

Athenaxatic

My angel of mercy, your light was blinding
          A momentary fix I can’t stop finding
          Only to stumble on flightless wings dying
          Turns out there was no point in trying

Athenaxatic

My angel of mercy, your darkness was terrifying
            A momentary fix I can finally stop finding
            Stumbled on flightless wings rotting
            At least at some point I was trying
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Athenaxatic

Turns out all mazes lead back to you
            I tried to escape but what can I do
            When it’s in me, it’s me, it’s true
            A tenant living inside with no rent due
            
            
            
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Athenaxatic

Turns out all my enemies had a single face
            It was dangerously familiar, a nostalgic taste
            What cannot be outrun, betted in a race
            A demise, a tragedy, a hellish place
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