Archive No.3: I Never Thought I'd Be Like That - The Imitations of Art
I pushed myself over the bridge when I felt affection for the first time
Didn't know what to do with it, so I threw it in the ocean but tied to a line
Anchored by a ghost ship it was caught sailing on the high tide
A masquerade of careless storms brewed in my throat so I just teared up and said nothing more
I never thought I'd be like that
Missing what was given but too proud to give it back
But look at me now, go ahead and laugh
My blackout pride and constant sighs is all I have
I put up with everything and anyone and lost my way home
I found thorns in my shoes and so barefoot I roamed
Aimlessly and fearlessly, a labyrinth is best solved alone
But when I walked out of the gates my gold and copper looked like one
I never thought I'd be like that
Missing what was given but too proud to give it back
But look at me now, go ahead and laugh
My blackout pride and constant sighs is all I have
The dark circles in the mirror is an abyss I've been flung into
The white light shining into my eyes has tarnished my self control
I'm hypnotized by the crown on my head in my dreams
The bastion, stone sky high is where I should've been
But as I drown in deep regret, tangerine wounds on caramel skin
I mourn the days when I couldn't care less
I never thought I'd be like that
Missing what was given but too proud to give it back
But look at me now, go ahead and laugh
My blackout pride and constant sighs is all I have.
-auctor
February 2024

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