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My Silver Scissors
02:33
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How.
Low.
Must.
I.
How low must I go.
To feel like I’m here.
I kiss the dirt.
Pray it accepts me.
How low must I be.
To be so broken.
I find no comfort.
Just let me stay asleep.
With this awful poison.
Always stuck in my throat.
I can’t find the right words.
I just expect to fall.
How can I be so miserable?
When I know there is love here.
instead I struggle to speak.
Will everything give up on me?
How low.
Makes me want to bleed.
How low.
Silver keeps calling me.
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Like flowers.
Budding from the mouth of hell.
Promise me.
Don't forget the moment.
As the scene seemed endless,
It's a view through a window now.
It becomes a tomb.
Now promise me, you won’t forget it.
As hearts are broken through frequency.
Shattered mind,
Break me.
Don’t dare be the one to feel.
Shattered mind,
Break me.
Goodnight.
My lonely applause.
Goodbye.
The lost home in a strangers eyes.
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Cold air,
As daylight runs.
And I,
Just keep falling.
Comfort,
A held hand.
Deep red,
As coma keeps calling.
Fade out,
All goes silent.
I hear,
Nothing but static.
Twilight,
Pitch black,
Street light,
Smoke on the air.
Now this child learns,
Everything slowly dies.
Cold air,
As daylight runs.
And I,
Just keep falling.
Comfort,
A held hand.
Deep red,
As coma keeps calling.
Fade out,
All goes silent.
I hear,
Nothing but static.
Twilight,
Pitch black,
October nights,
Winds like razor.
You will find me in the dark alone.
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4. |
Let Down
03:32
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A wonderful life,
With hope things will get better.
Silver linings a prize,
To keep us content in our misery.
These little things are just that,
With no meaning and no purpose.
We are conditioned to find,
Worth in things destined for landfill.
And I’m not sold on this certainty,
That we fit into these spaces.
As this land holds no kindness,
Nor admiration for our will to be.
Too cold,
To have a heart.
We leave,
Like birds,
Falling for their prey.
Dancing aimlessly through this life.
With no voices to guide me,
No feelings of faith
To trap me.
I’ve left the thought of a god.
Up on the bookshelf to gather dust.
Cynic.
You gave me no reason,
To keep believing in you.
You gave me no reason,
To keep believing in you.
I gave you no reason,
To keep believing in me.
I gave you no reason,
To keep believing in me.
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6. |
Worst Episode Ever
04:27
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I’m so caught in being lost.
Can’t remember where I wanted to be.
Leaving a trail of harsh words,
And empty promises.
And a thousand things,
I said I would do and then never did.
I can’t believe this what,
I’ve let myself become.
A hopeless man,
A fucking fool.
Dowsed in his own ego.
Betrayed by his own fucking words.
I’m so wrapped up in things left undone.
Forgetting how to feel alive.
Hiding from what I don’t wanna know.
I’ve left you with a shell.
Of what you loved.
The guise, of a partner.
A lover, that hates his life.
A broken statue that isn’t your job to fix.
Trapped under the water.
Inside this house on the ocean bed.
I look out the window.
Longing for a sky I can’t forget.
Golden hours,
Listening to the rain by your side.
And now Im deafened,
By the waves this ocean brings.
No breath left.
My lungs have given up.
I’m falling.
Eternal sleep.
Don’t wake me.
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Coffin View Collective Newbury, UK
Coffin View Collective
Artists channeling demons for angsty purposes.
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