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Never to Follow


Never to follow, so my eyes are weary From staring into flickers of darkness and light Never to reign, so my conscience is clear From what my people are drawn to, no matter the fight Always in vein of the vastest of knowledge They try to escape while I stay to endure, They conquer a world where my vision is broken But with them, they’ll never be sure Burning was my path, the smoke drifting high above No eye blind to its desperation, the tension much too strong What died inside of me one day was nothing of a good appreciation A tempted soul, a tortured heart by black lines and hidden gray declarations Never to follow, I know my place is outside all of these boxes Empty they are but of the bringing of scars, overlooked by a youth so toxic Star shining brightly above, I let it lead my way Into the unknown, I shed a fear and hope to rid the world of pain With past realization, I feel the world and sigh Faith requires diligence, but here, there is only pride Never to follow, so questions I carry Through the storms that haunt and scavenge for blood Never to sing, so I hold much inside Burying what confessions I have of love Too much to completely burry alive Always to bring up my good nature, and in time Change found a way Many so taken by the tide
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Blue Jae

Freelance artist and experimental animator. Wannabe novelist and film geek.

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