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Inside a Two-Way Mirror

sometimes I feel like a two way mirror,
people look at me and I look at them,
with that hint of recognition,
do I know you, my friend?
And they'll say, "I've known you my whole life"
the truth concise, and said so nice,
it almost made me want to believe,
and so we go on playing pretend,
that friends we are and friends we've been,
but plainly put it is to see,
that look on you when you see me,
inside I twist unrecognizably,
But on I go playing the part,
for friends I have to share my heart,
I won't, but it's nice to know, you know,
sometimes you're a little less miserable,
so thank you friend for seeing me,
and possibly deceiving me,
I'm glad we've had our little rendezvous,
but I'm getting so sick of trying to be you

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Cavern Calls

It's like I'm in a cave,
pitch black
with the echoes of each footstep reverberating across the walls,
sounding like a thousand footsteps,
all behind me
where am I,
am I lost?
They say so long as you hold on,
but it's cold
so cold
and the blackness surrounds me,
swallowing me whole
it would be so easy
to just rest for a while
here, beside the cavern walls,
I'll close my eyes and resign myself,
maybe it's just night,
and maybe if I look up I'll see the stars,
I've always wanted to see the stars,
wherever you may be,
we'll find eachother
and the stars won't shine in the cave tonight,
so I'll go on carrying out this fight,
I don't care where I'm going,
so long as it feels right,
I touch my hand against the wall,
jagged and sharp I feel it's call,
the cave wants to swallow me,
and spit me out anew,
gleefully I cheer the scene,
of certain death, no retreat
but lately it's been haunting me,
what can I still do
follow the walls of caverns tall,
and long and large and lonley,
deeper down below, 
I may still go,
but hope's my one and only,
and questions and doubt,
I must cast them out,
to proceed is what I need,
The cave calls for me to fall,
but stars I'll chase
in this endless race
to be free from this blackness
surrounding me,
suffocating me,
slow

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Love Is a Fickle Thing

Love is a fickle thing,
it blooms in spring
only to fall,
Give it room to grow
on its own,
But before long
its weeds have sprung,
Choking the garden
of all its young,
No room for new
flowers to grow,
Before long
its all you know,
A dandelion, small but bright,
a tiny, fiery, tower,
But before long
its petals have gone,
And now a dome of hope alone,
White wisps spread through the mist,
Released by a parting wish,
Leading to a sprouting growth,
Each and every garden inch
now occupied by more white wisps,
And before long
the question dawns,
is this still the love we know

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The Funeral

There were crows at the funeral,
cawing to their hearts' lament,
it rained at the burial,
a hollow shell of blank torment,

faces weeping tears of black,
it doesn't seem it's gonna last,
these memories, they fade so fast,
a smudge upon a crystal past

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Dysphoria

That damned thing between the walls
that stares and stares all day long,
A ghost, a ghoul, something fowl,
You can tell from how it scowls,
It whispers truths I wished denied,
its body clad head to toe in lies,
I cannot shake the cursed eyes,
which stalk me still through day and night,
This creature which tears my soul to shreds,
Haunts my dreams, lies in my bed,
Sometimes I wish it better off dead,
or simply not exist instead,
This thing which fills my heart with fear,
lies behind every mirror

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The Puppet and the Strings

you are the puppet,
I am the strings,
and yet you control everything,
to wake up each day
with a promise I've made,
only for you 
to not see it through,
does anything matter to you?
alone in my bed,
wandering thoughts,
what's it for,
to sit and rot?
I'd rather not,
but here you lay
wasting each day
like it's worthless to you anyways,
with strings I command,
yet you ignore my demands,
it's what you deserve,
a harsh reprimand,
"RISE FROM YOUR GRAVE
ITS TIME FOR YOUR PLAY
PUT ON THAT SMILE
AND TACKLE THE DAY"
yet, clearly there's something 
you don't comprehend,
a promise you've made
but still you contend,
you laze away the days embrace
falling behind in life's race,
you are the puppet
and I am the strings
and yet it seems
I can do nothing

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Manic Episode

delusions, illusions,
these random contusions,
idolic notions of
noiseless commotions,
keeps me in motion,
whirling with the gravity
I'm on my knees,
praying what you're saying
I still believe
and if its true
what i really need,
is to be sent away
from family
and friends,
I will contend
but that doesn't mean
it's not right for me,
can't you see
I'm not in control of this body
anymore
restless and sore,
an endless downpour
of emotions, evoke erosions
my sanity, slowly bleeds
leaving me a shell of me
all the while I beg and plead
leave me be, leave me be
I'm fine I'm fine,
you're acting crazy,
not me, can't you see,
I see it all so plainly,
time for me to be set free
from this false reality
with this slice I'll set it right,
clean and quick,
pick it up,
hazy drift,
I'm giving up,

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Stars Shine Alone

how noble is the night sky, how sacred are the stars,
who shine amiss a blackened wisp, mysterious you are, 
I hung some up inside my room to try to capture light,
But all they gave were weary days reminding me of plight,
So here I rest inside my bed just looking at some stars,
reminding me of how it seems we're all so far apart,

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It'll be ok

organize my thoughts
in lines and dots
whatever i can put on the page,
these words that I say
will lead you astray,
As I continue to chase
this source
of endless remorse
it never made sense anyways,
but if you want to see
what I mean, what I mean
is for none of this to happen at all,
begone, begone, my one companion
who watches and waits for the fall,
and we all, and we all, and we all,
and we all just wait for the fall,
like a lifeguard on break
in a far away state
who yearns for their place
in this endless race
for pride and privilege to be won,
but when it's all done
and these snakes, long gone
what's left in its place,
is your long lost grace,
which you sold to be told you're ok.

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My Existence Is Flawed

My existence is flawed,
Bogged down by day, month, year old thoughts
I cannot stop,
My existence is flawed

Matching statistics taunt me,
But solemn truths surface
when guards pass drearily to sleep,
no more minds to keep,
Was all this worth it,
Oh the burning yearning to be free
of the wretched body

When I went insane I thought
I spoke to god,
And to them, distraught, I yelled
My existence is flawed,
Ferocious rains inside me fought,
Oh, again, to laugh away deaths embrace,
Resign myself to end of days,
As flesh and bone all surely rot,
And sirens sing the tunes of Nox,
I repeat, My existence is flawed

To this conjecture I contend,
All beauty will turn sometime,
But sunlight's rays shine
day by day,
And shadows dance
A sweet romance,
fend instead for next days brace,
Do not succumb to pale horse's race,
A small suggestion I propose,
Swap "my" with "why"
and truth arose,
Although those meander without cause,
Why, existence is flawed!