work in progress (intoxicated)

Fri, 03/01/2019 - 22:59 -- AbelPax

too much of a good thing is defining

music for silence

music fading 

the thoughts were suffocating

music took her voice

the devil took her soul

lights lightened

darkness a new home

tender-hearted from horrific views

Intoxication

separation

Let her be its all in the name of 

progression

it could be two steps back

but she never stepped forward

how could she learning from cowards

slurring of words

mixing ideals

fading gods

 

 

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