Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings.
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Looking at yourself honestly: your lies, your guilt, your darkest reflections. 17 poems live in this room.
Every poem gathered beneath this lyric.
No. 21
The shards that slice your hands
Each pivotal moment, Each crucial scene, frozen in time, Buried deep beneath the protective membrane
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No. 108
The unexpected voice only sounds familiar
The unexpected voice only sounds familiar because it rings through the darkness like the choice—the choice that should have killed you.
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No. 112
The dream
The plan and execution— A fool's errand: demanded retribution. A lust for justice that only exists,
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No. 7
Or leave before you
What if you got so good at lying That they could just float out of you And fly away and pop
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No. 9
Yet the surface still, remains so perfect
The surface of the giant lake before you Is so still, Its reflection—
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No. 12
Those wounds stung
There will come a time When you must walk with the weight
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No. 24
The soft shadow
You see the shadow of the Ghost in front of you, and feel its presence behind your back.
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No. 26
Tangled up inside
It's not someone else's job To find the thread that wove the web
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No. 31
The real prison
Don't let your power of choice be consumed by the bitterness and frustration
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No. 37
So use your own
You never yearned to hear another voice But your mother's,
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No. 39
Don't let it build
There are so many reasons. It can build up inside of you like trash slowly filling an empty garbage can.
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No. 43
Think deeply before you
Think deeply before you slip on that sheath, for so often the cover you
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No. 45
The life that you escaped
A thousand fun-house mirrors arrayed Around you, reflecting the fragmented Selves you wished you were,
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No. 55
Revisit the darkness
What force draws you back to walk the winding tunnel of those old blocks,
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No. 62
Indistinguishable from silence
Sometimes the screams grow so loud The sound becomes indistinguishable from silence
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No. 90
Freeze-frames
Each of the freeze-frames of your worst moments dance in front of the mirror as it sparkles
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No. 106
Don't fucking listen.
You don't have to lie. Your truth is a flawless silhouette in a blacktop dream,
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