Ending Lines
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As the anvil weighs harder on my chest
With each passing moment I know
I will never find the moment that's best
To scream into the brimming void
And let everyone know that it's high time I let go.
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Let go of the bonds that connect me
To infinitely entangled phantom lines
Which apparently only I can see.
The knotted strings hang above the crowd
Invisible to the unsuspecting people walking around.
They will someday walk into the noose
Bringing yet another story to a close
Whose ending they didn't get to choose.
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The realization of every fatal end
Gets me closer to ideas of insanity
Where it'd get impossible to pretend
That I don't see everyone around me dead.
The sunken faces which I can't get myself to forget
The eyes filled with sorrow, misery and regret.
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My own piece of wire used to hang loose around my neck
But recently it has slowly started to tense.
Constraining my veins blue
Challenging me to save myself
While there still is something possible to do.
I would let go of every end that tie my fingers together
Only if I could make sure I will be out of this treacherous cycle forever.
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~ aranya
