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Archive No.9: Archive No. 89 - The Imitations of Art

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  Based On: Getaway Car by Taylor Swift I'm sitting on a bench and waiting for impatience to consume me whole Lost love and marigolds plant their roots in my soul I push up against every moment of peace I can muster in a bed of chaos And lose myself to the whims that make me proud yet lonesome Fortunately you know where I keep my gun  Because what if we can't find a way to run  I wouldn't dare to poison you, that's painful and slow Cruel intentions always find a way back to you  Know where my body lies all sanctified  You've kidnapped my fear and I'll know you keep it safe tonight Until I find the courage to breath in the air again  Poisoned on the hefty rumors raw and bare  I'm lying my way through the storm I brewed out of sheer cold It's just how I'm feeling, a slow compelled healing while I'm losing my way home I pull up to the store, I can buy a good amount of nothing for more Pressed pause on this and see where the road not taken goes Fortu...

Archive No.8: Amongst The Stars - The Imitations of Art

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  These 10 years and 32 spears aimed at me I sit in a chair and watch the world pass by me A world I know even if I tried I couldn't be a part of  The perpetuity of that pain makes me bleed onto my canvas One day I will live amongst the stars   I crave to leave you something I can look down upon I've tried to earn the right to be a diamond in the sky Knowing my life wasn't a regretful waste of time It's paradoxical and I think about it all the time A fabled mystery and a hope burning injury  They said all I needed was a friend to help fight the demons in my head  But I've been fencing with one hand tied behind my back One day I will live amongst the stars  But I fear it might not change what really ails my heart I have made my peace with the stones that bludgeoned my raft  And let me sink into the oceans I have tried to tame in the past The irises that bloomed at my window The sunflowers that ruined my table The letters from my mother's other son ...

Archive No.7: Bastille - The Imitations of Art

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  The voice in the stone echo's in my sleep A deep growl, an audible frown is this a warning?  I wait for the signal but I've been too naïve to trust anything And so I settle into the Bastille, forever afraid to leave  The wind howls into the night and slaps the waves each time Onto the shores, its burning abode, my fingers turn blue and I'm somebody new I slow down when the path grows steeper and turn away I settle into the Bastille, and stare into space for the rest of my days My bed of stone and the deafening storms keep me company A fortress of hope, I built with my loss and my poisoned humility My clothes are torn and I'm ashamed that I've fallen too fast and too deep And so I settle into the Bastille, and watch the shame grow endlessly It spreads to my lungs like smoke and stiffens up my body The walls rage in red and the canon balls start pilling  My only defense is to run as far as my legs can take me And soar as close to the sun before the Bastille knows I ...

Archive No.6: Jaded - The Imitations of Art

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  I know the best parts of me are failing you  Great silences flow like oceans between us two I dreamed you forged a new life somewhere in the mountains But every thing that could hurt me remained fastened I've burdened myself with pleasant fantasies that have unpleasant endings  It's a gruesome path to recovery, a slow climb to sobriety It leaves me jaded and forever hated because I can't move past The things that can't keep up with me anymore The greatest love I have to give has to be the worst of them all Now I'm treading carefully, won't take chances anymore I could've held back then but I didn't know how Isn't that what honesty demands but at what cost now?  I've troubled my peace of mind with stories I can't rewrite  I've fallen for another you who didn't know the whole truth  It leaves me jaded and forever hated because I can't move past The things that can't keep up with me anymore As the weeks go by they get shorter a...

Archive No.5: The Elysian Gardens - The Imitations of Art

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  Fingers wine stained, your soul impaled  Burgundy pleasures are just mind games Terrible thoughts, somber twisted plots  Diagnosed finical so we call it all off You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway Doused in ivy oils, burn more than poisoned vines A confetti of rage one rendezvous at a time Diamond recklessness, shatter proof promises If you know you know then pretend you don't You were the Aurora Borealis to my winter skies Ebony painted bruises bejeweled by violet fires I'm a growing syndicate hiding behind the parapet Sorrows are the best kept secrets because everybody knows them anyway The September sky, all gold and hazy Take the secret right and you'll reach the valley Hold on too tight and you'll lose your faith like a firefly The December winds, all frost bitten  The whistle blows...