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I Can't Breathe
Cringing under the pressure of the cracking sky
This old smile buried in the depths of this world's core
Breathing to gain consciousness,
Heavily feeling the weight becoming hard to bare
I'm tired of having a monologue of a broken soliloquy
I cant breathe...
My breath escaping from my lungs i cry out to the sky
As the softest tear I've cried falls down my cheek
I gasp for everything to be alright
I gasp for clarity
I gasp for a better reality
I'm forced to break away from the iambic pentameter of life
Stepping on the stepping stones i've made
Every step adding pressure to a collapsed lung
My mind cluttered with what should be the joys of one's life
But much too complicated to understand my own happiness
Compromised by a selfish thought i have yet to achieve
Under that watchful eye that concieved me
I am too deep to be the one who can't place his own foot ahead of them
I want to be free of these strings
The ones which have always kept me from reaching myself potentially
This strong pattern of the mind of the multi-talented
Dancing off the pain
Drawing the unseen
Writing the missing letters
Singing the dreamt up memory
My life is nothing but a memory
Every sin in man's eyes as if it's only been a dream
Not enough outlets in my artistic boundaries to allow the perfect scream
The one that lasts until the voice has disappeared into the trees
The one that has been feared to be put into place
The one that doesn't have a face
Or maybe too many faces
Like Picture Me Broken...
Holding onto what I fight for
Bleeding for you,
A face to die for
I need to breathe if you don't mind
To be surrounded by a breathless past should entitle me for to breathing future
Though reality seems to be holding my breath for me
The presious innocence of it all looks as if it left
Leaving me stranded and abandoned in a sea that were once dreams
Never long live the fairytale of the childish mind
But long live the bitter sweet agony of lynch realities
Let my soliloquy be heard if nothing else
Maybe I can finally breathe
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