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Addison

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

2 poems·Since July 2013
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Breathing Cinders

July 31, 2013
We are the wild reckless youth Dismissing any thought to atone Ignorant to the lessons of couth We hide amid a collapsing throne To your crown I add my gems Witness in them my stories and tales How I have only ever been condemned Beneath it all, we are equally frail With you this is dangerous Feeding sparks to what has been forgotten Try, but you will never change us You gnaw at what’s long been rotten Provoking the demons, they manifest Disguised as shadows doused in flames Only by you are they possessed Beleaguering me, clinging to my frame Setting fire to my insides for fun The air is tainted with ashes I heave in through corrupted lungs Smothered in pain, my being thrashes Caked in your filth, sprinkled with lies By the hair you take what is pure And with a smile watch as it dies Knowing I remain entangled in your lure My blood has mixed with yours Accompanying the refuse and a tear Despite having boarded all the doors Your beasts forever thrive in my fear I find in myself only a silhouette Charred from the passing inferno A lifeless face you will soon forget A faded figure from long ago You are the wild reckless youth Sheltering your mind from your heart Again I will force away the truth Again I will forge my own place to start
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