12-05-2024, 10:36 AM
All of it is coming to a head. Everything that I have been, everything that I've ever wanted to be. I can feel it, the way they all begin to slip between my fingers, how I'm burning inside. How this heat is building up, how I know that I'm caught, how I know that this hood is pointless, that this lie was never useful from the beginning.
A P o i s o n
I know they'll try to Stop me.
How I know the truth, how I know deep down. That they won't share it with me, that they've grown sick of me, a trial with me trapped in the center, never told I'm the main participant, that I'm the future defendant on the stand. That I'm the woman trapped within stagnation, offered rebirth & feeling something beginning to eat at me.
Scratching, digging, eating.
Away at me, never stopping, never ending. Pressed right against my forehead, with something so wrong, beginning to spread through me. I can feel it, the way my fortune unravels before me. The way my heart beats ever so off beat, how some part of me wants so badly to live. When I've wanted so badly to die, when I've wanted to just fade away, to crumble in on myself. It kept coming at me, that moment where I can die, yet every time I've flown away, I've done the impossible.
I can't thread this gap.
I can't keep it all together, can't have my hand intertwined with yours. Can't feel a smile so far away, that I've never seen. Can't have my cake & eat it too, I'm swirling down the drain. I've never been worth what you saw me as Roman; I don't know who I could be Kalvorn, beyond this woman who stepped into your life before a tower when you broke free of that prison. It was the most beautiful try you ever made Roman; it was the kindest thing you've ever done Hemlock. But I need to do this, I need to let it all fall apart, let myself fall apart, let whoever's left of me, a woman stuck between three paths shatter & have what's left of her?
Rise From The Ashes.
A P o i s o n
I know they'll try to Stop me.
How I know the truth, how I know deep down. That they won't share it with me, that they've grown sick of me, a trial with me trapped in the center, never told I'm the main participant, that I'm the future defendant on the stand. That I'm the woman trapped within stagnation, offered rebirth & feeling something beginning to eat at me.
Scratching, digging, eating.
Away at me, never stopping, never ending. Pressed right against my forehead, with something so wrong, beginning to spread through me. I can feel it, the way my fortune unravels before me. The way my heart beats ever so off beat, how some part of me wants so badly to live. When I've wanted so badly to die, when I've wanted to just fade away, to crumble in on myself. It kept coming at me, that moment where I can die, yet every time I've flown away, I've done the impossible.
I can't thread this gap.
I can't keep it all together, can't have my hand intertwined with yours. Can't feel a smile so far away, that I've never seen. Can't have my cake & eat it too, I'm swirling down the drain. I've never been worth what you saw me as Roman; I don't know who I could be Kalvorn, beyond this woman who stepped into your life before a tower when you broke free of that prison. It was the most beautiful try you ever made Roman; it was the kindest thing you've ever done Hemlock. But I need to do this, I need to let it all fall apart, let myself fall apart, let whoever's left of me, a woman stuck between three paths shatter & have what's left of her?
Rise From The Ashes.