THOUGHT DISTILLERY

I’VE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
NOW IT’S TIME TO BOW DOWN.
ON A COLD, PEACEFUL SPOT
LIFE DRIED OUT AND DEADENED MY CRIES

SO IN THE WAKE
OF MY POETIC BREAK
I HEAR YOU BOAST
TO MY SURPRISE
IT’S NOT YOUR EYES
THAT SPARKLE THE MOST

WORDS WERE SHOT TO DEATH
AS YOU DREW EACH BREATH
AND NOW HERE’S NOTHING LEFT
MY HANDS, MY EYES, MY VOICE
THEY MEAN NOTHING TO ME NOW!

I’M NOT SURE I WANT TO GO
I SUPPOSE YOU ALREADY KNOW
AND IN MY HEAD TIME STANDS STILL
SO YOU REJECT?
YOU CAN’T EXPECT
ME TO KNOW HOW YOU FEEL

TIME AND TIME AGAIN
I PRETEND
MY LESSONS HAVE BEEN LEARNED
I GOT WHAT I DESERVED!

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