#38 Achilles Heels

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Why is your love a prison,
and your lips, venomous clouds?
Your thoughts my Achilles heels
in which I only drown further.

How do I put a stop to the rain,
to the down pour of the constant pain
hitting me deep in my heart and my soul,
wringing it out and leaving it cold.

I thought I was used to the thunder
and the storms that would brew
without my control, leaving me no home.
Abandoned, every door of my life's been closed.

Nobody's here, I don't know who to believe.
I don't even believe in myself, I see my faith leaving,
When I see what was once mine completely out of my reach
I feel suffocated deep in my chest, I feel like a heathen.

Nothing is pretty about fallen angels,
We have our wings clipped, our tongues tied,
and our hearts in complete knots, I can't lie,
I have lost my trust in the humans.

No matter what, life still moves on,
Should I trust the light in the sun?
or should I trust the night of the moon?
Night after night I've only been pushed to my doom.

It's like my existence itself is a sin,
and my flaws so evident on my skin.
The scars aplenty, so I pen them on paper
with the blood of myself as the ink.

Stars were set into motion with fate,
Even eclipses have a face.
But I broke all my mirrors, I'm afraid
to see the demon residing within.

I don't wanna clobber my face,
I don't wanna grind on my teeth,
I don't wanna wallow in anger,
I don't wanna hope for a miracle.

I don't wanna be the villain of my own story anymore,
I want to enjoy the silence and not overthink anymore.
I want to dream again, and not have these expectations held
onto me like ropes up my neck, I am burning with desire to live,

Only if this fire will satiate what I have planned.
Or will it turn me to ashes before I ascend,
from my self-pity, and self-hate, this loathing
that I kept. I want it to vanish before my death.

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