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Here
I am, somewhere
Unrecognizable, I cannot quite see
Who I am,
But it’s over,
My world closes and opens, I
Feel my lids glide across
The cool surface of my eyes like skates
My skin is ice, you cannot
Touch, I am frozen
From the inside out, my heart went first.
Maybe the brain?
The harsh drum
Sounding from my own chest,
A contradiction
Lies within, even
In this supposedly sacred life,
Where they whisper “potential”
And I can’t stand
To disappoint
The ones who stand besides me.
Holding my crippled hand, shriveled and black
I am not what they think.
I am something else entirely,
I am sinking
Below myself, below
A world, so blue, to which
I never belonged.
My memories and feelings
Scab over, peel off
This skin, and I will not
Remember, I am so thankful.
Now, trapped in the oven, hot
And molten
I am melting into myself, I huddle
Under this heavy blanket that covers me,
Surrounds me
I have been waiting for this.
Cracking and deconstructing, for conformations
Of what I have known all along.
- by pariah-kid |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/13/2012 |
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- Title: Break
- Artist: pariah-kid
- Description: A pastiche of Paralytic by Sylvia Plath.
- Date: 01/13/2012
- Tags: break
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