Like it or not, you’re already a tenant of my heart
There are only four rooms though, so you’ll have to share
And one of them is vacant, I’m saving it for someone special
You were there for a while, but I kicked you out
You were pinning things to the walls and it was flaking the paint.
She takes her tea through IVs dripping her mind away
Drop by drop the weight of past pains fades away
It smells of potpourri burnt and strapped to her face
The smell of people
Too many
Suffocating anxiety
Still left her when right was wrong
But stuck
Her insides squirming in transversal lines
Crossing and twisting
Shoved into closets in her mind and left to fester
Like autumn leaves
Paving the path for new demons
New pain
Messed in a shadow of her passed self leaving a trail of bitter sweet sugars.
They tell me I’m solid
A Rock.
An inspiration
Standing up unphased
Always
And I believed it
Strong
In control
But winds are strong
Insidious
You don’t notice the erosion
Until everything starts seeping from the cracks.
Winds eroding
Cracks running
Soft leaking
Repeat.
The silence is so unsettling
She can’t tell if it’s coming from outside
Or inside
Her head
Cloudless sky
Such a weird shade of blue
The lack of wind
Not a leave bristling
All she can hear is the sound of her living.
Le vrai et le faux
La raison et la folie
La réalité et l’illusion
Le rationnel et l’irrationnel.
Un éternel clash des titans
Dans sa tête,
Dans ses mots
Sur son corps
Essayer de comprendre, ou du moins calmer
Le combat interne
Qui épuise
Qui fait mal
Qui prend toute la place
Question d’avoir finalement un coin tranquille où dormir.
Compact compact compact
Like cubes rubbing together, grinding
Movement is impossible, everything is solid, tangible.
A move in reverse
Like a flower, compact, condensed and violent at the start
And then unravels, relieves, soothes
Everything leads back to loops
The loop is a spiral
A never ending horror
Everything fades into another, blending
Pushing my cubic fist through the cubic air is too difficult
Everything is too tight
I don’t want to do that anymore.
Any of it.
Like it or not, you’re already a tenant of my heart
There are only four rooms though, so you’ll have to share
And one of them is vacant, I’m saving it for someone special
You were there for a while, but I kicked you out
You were pinning things to the walls and it was flaking the paint.
She takes her tea through IVs dripping her mind away
Drop by drop the weight of past pains fades away
It smells of potpourri burnt and strapped to her face
The smell of people
Too many
Suffocating anxiety
Still left her when right was wrong
But stuck
Her insides squirming in transversal lines
Crossing and twisting
Shoved into closets in her mind and left to fester
Like autumn leaves
Paving the path for new demons
New pain
Messed in a shadow of her passed self leaving a trail of bitter sweet sugars.
They tell me I’m solid
A Rock.
An inspiration
Standing up unphased
Always
And I believed it
Strong
In control
But winds are strong
Insidious
You don’t notice the erosion
Until everything starts seeping from the cracks.
Winds eroding
Cracks running
Soft leaking
Repeat.
The silence is so unsettling
She can’t tell if it’s coming from outside
Or inside
Her head
Cloudless sky
Such a weird shade of blue
The lack of wind
Not a leave bristling
All she can hear is the sound of her living.
Le vrai et le faux
La raison et la folie
La réalité et l’illusion
Le rationnel et l’irrationnel.
Un éternel clash des titans
Dans sa tête,
Dans ses mots
Sur son corps
Essayer de comprendre, ou du moins calmer
Le combat interne
Qui épuise
Qui fait mal
Qui prend toute la place
Question d’avoir finalement un coin tranquille où dormir.
Compact compact compact
Like cubes rubbing together, grinding
Movement is impossible, everything is solid, tangible.
A move in reverse
Like a flower, compact, condensed and violent at the start
And then unravels, relieves, soothes
Everything leads back to loops
The loop is a spiral
A never ending horror
Everything fades into another, blending
Pushing my cubic fist through the cubic air is too difficult
Everything is too tight
I don’t want to do that anymore.
Any of it.
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