unresolved
Unresolved
The luxury of solitude
wasn't mine to be
cause I am defeated
silently by his
choreographed scream
my existence shatter
like a wave on the rocks
getting stronger yet
with every other fall
I numb myself to
the joy of the company
trying to free the
chained soul
That prison within me
the warmth of the touch feels
so foreign
The steel blade
so familiar
that promised me
of desired calm
that comes with
nyctophilia
and when the dawn arrives
I walk amongst the crowd
alone. ....
With the corpse of my smile
that burdens my back
I look at people with all different masks
While I stand there unbalanced uncontrolled unresolved
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