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Sigh Number 3

Sigh # 3

I’ve left to remember all that I’m not

I’ve come to free what I have caught
My veins are clipped and torn, my humanity is filled  up with scorn
I’ve come to take the bullet I once shot
My face is ripped and worn, my insanity is killed and re-born
I’ve left to die where I once fought

I’ve come to heave the things I’ve carried all around
My whole is just a part of this dying glow of art
I’ve come to grieve for things I’ve buried in the ground
My pieces are broken into this sighing flow of heart
I’ve left to run away further and further only to be found

I’ve come to change the value of what I’m worth
My friends are muddied and out comes the cracking sun
I’ve come to cleanse the distortion of my birth
Bliss is infrequent; in things I feel or felt, there is none
I’ve left to find solace in my existence on this earth

I’ve come to drown and act like I don’t exist
My boat will  flood and sink here today
I’ve come to desperatey try and resist
But Morgens have seduced me to my decay
I’ve left these waters to ceaselessly subsist

I’ve come here to be freed from all the terrors that I bleed
Delerium is right here and disillusionment is too far
I’ve come here to exceed in the horrors that I don’t need
Dwelling, with a snow frosted nose and tornado arms of tar
I’ve left to contradict these words that I write and you read

I've come to forgive and forget the face that I've got

Copyright © Rusted Dream | Year Posted 2013

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