It Gorges Upon Itself
Weightless feeling, remembrance of something new
Total disregard for pain receptors, a tangled wire
A recaptured moment in time, a retaken picture
A rescind into misery, but it is okay. It’s normal
Applause for the inner vacuum, devouring entirely
A recap on events that have yet to take place
Some call it seeing into the future. “Prophecies”
But the truth of the matter is, history repeats itself
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