Im John, I do art and like music and weed. Go fuck yourselves respectively.... There is an ember for all of us; all one must do is find it. Covered in the shrouds of naivety, I blindly walked a cancerous life. suddenly, a pulse, impulse to a scream, agony. "Can you feel my heart?" the lyrics cycle through my mind like a clock, relentless. I am unhappy. Tormented by the hell we call hate. Hatred is a curse that no one should ever be encumbered by. As the hours pass through what should be slumber, thoughts of transcendence clouds what’s right in front of me. I’m trapped. Taunted by lifes first true step onto earth. I’m a saboteur, destroying anything I open my heart to. Anxiety, chaining me to my own thoughts, to the same damned whirlpool. I’m drowning in thin air. All thoughts collect to the mouth of the severed tongue, only to be lost. Through and through this oppression, I’ve searched through the ashes for a glimmer of an ember to hold dear. The smoke will clear, to unveil deceitful ash. brush it away and find your ember. The burns will mark the challenge of this desolate path. Its the drive of will, to ascertain a voice. All you have to do is reach out and grasp what isn’t there, fall to oblivion. Only then will the oppressor feel the might of its own boot. Only then will anxiety cower at my name. My life is of my own vindication. There is an ember for all of us, but will it burn?
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