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Drawn And Quartered
06:15
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All things demand the undivided,
None concieve of taking turns.
When will the whole be reunited?
Savour in a rest that's earned.
Couldn't lead it all towards the same place,
Couldn't temper that tremendous haste.
Now this form seems so meager,
More so than it has before.
Temperamental and beleaguered,
Faulty down to every pore.
Couldn't lead it all towards the same place,
Couldn't temper that tremendous haste.
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No Desire
05:06
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There's no discernable time under artificial light,
No means to tell the difference between the day and the midnight.
No desire to,
No desire to know.
There's no way to prepare for this mundane behaviour,
No faith in release or some mystical saviour.
No desire to,
No desire to hope.
It gets to be the sole routine,
And so it seems a precious thing.
There's no heart so strong or so numb as to never succumb,
It won't infiltrate violently but with anaesthetic apathy,
No desire to,
No desire to go.
It gets to be the sole routine,
And so it seems a precious thing,
It makes the call,
Infallible,
Each other small,
It is the all.
It will consume all the praise,
Lock the small victories away.
It will consume all the praise.
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3. |
Emissary
05:22
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Musing on my station,
Reluctance in designation,
Silent lament of what life has become.
Appeals with which I'm smothered,
Conflicting requests of others,
Fumbling through in hope to honour everyone.
Shoulder the onus of peaceful resolution.
Hold hope that it can be done.
Thrust beyond competence,
Into a feigned clairvoyance,
Trusted to see the true and the misconstrued,
Ceded a gnarled nostalgia,
To nauseating intertia,
Fumbling through in hope to maintain rectitude,
Shoulder the onus of peaceful resolution.
Hold hope that it can be done by the will of one.
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4. |
Threadbare
05:18
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Is this the best I can expect?
To simply not be so bereft?
No experience of bounless glee,
Just the dulling of adversity.
Those apologies for everything I've seen,
And all the praise I get for how I've handled it,
Don't make it easier to move on.
Because I don't spit or swing my fists,
The supposition is I must be over it,
I'm still a mess and you're all wrong.
With everything that is at stake,
burdens of a unique make.
How did I come to be,
Responsible for everything.
That imposed sensory overload,
My duty of care to keep a shoulder spare,
When is it my turn to fall to bits?
That refrain that I maintain,
And the constant sense disaster is imminent,
When do I get to lose my shit.
Those apologies for everything I've seen,
And all the praise I get for how I've handled it,
Don't make it easier to move on.
Because I don't spit or swing my fists,
The supposition is I must be over it,
I'm still a mess and you're all wrong.
A functioning mess.
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5. |
Sanguine
04:39
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Sacred things have been taken,
In the throes of uncertainty,
Those final sanctums of innocence have been fouled.
Made to live within this perversion of domesticity,
Secret protests may never be said allowed.
Ever.
Desperate hope will awaken,
An optimism of necessity,
A fragile dream of reprieve that might be found.
(A chance to breathe)
Stood upon the arid soil of those juvenile memories,
Feeling out on ached feet for fertile ground.
(Of which to be)
Tethered.
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Respite
04:47
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The immense insecurities that plagued me,
Hold no bearing anymore,
Supplanted by a mere exhaustion.
The heavy feeling seemed to lift so abruptly,
No explanation to the cause.
A lack of presence or absortion?
No longer does that old pain rear it's ugly face,
In it's absense nothing has taken it's place.
Could this be the reinstatement of clarity?
Or just a brief and hollow pause?
Will I be free of it's distortion?
No longer does that old pain rear it's ugly face,
In it's absense nothing has taken it's place.
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7. |
A Rest That's Earned
06:30
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I held my breath,
Moved passed calamities foul stench.
Those trials and pains receded away,
And left me free to return to normalcy,
I can breath and hope for peace,
In the knowledge it will come to me.
I held my own,
Against the amalgamated unknown.
Those things of dread are still in my head,
Where they once vied for control they now answer to me instead.
Now I can breath and hope for peace,
With the knowledge that it's owed to me.
A stillness of conscience.
A safer distance.
I'll extend my hope to more than coping,
And I'll enact all the dreams that I've held back.
'Cause I can breath with a sense of certainty.
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