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head above water

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  When I hit the surface I keep my head above water This fear is eternal Makes my heartbeat falter Slayed the wolf in the forest Haunted to being honest Led the fight for survival Left with you as my rival Nobody cares  If you bleed to death Before you fire the first bullet I'd hate to trade  All of my secrets Before the stardust settles While I'm still shiny and new And waiting to be tarnished I hid in the alcove for months On a drug that kept me tethered In all honesty of my morals I took the highway road Tie-dyed rust stains on my murals I'm old news because I never cared to change Nobody cares If I bleed to death If I ran away at the right moment I'd hate to Wait out the tempest But I'm stuck in the eye with you, my cynical overdrive I made a name for myself  Highlighted fool in all the fables Struck gold in my attempt To earn a wage for my sadness Money can buy you happiness If you know how much it is worth Dressed down in winter apparel I've got to get out...

Archive No.12: The Architect - The Imitations of Art

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  Scribbled faces and shaky paces I put off things that tax my time Humiliation, ancient equations I put off things that tax my mind I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war And I only remember the last twelve of them all Fourteen legacies etched in my memory And each of them I leave only to me  I've planned every moment of my life And watch them fall through like the sands of time I still bear the weight of it on all my sides Feeding off my perseverance in the darkest nights I'm the only architect who knows which lines Draw the end of my patience and my salutations I live my life like I won the lottery And think about what if I hadn't been so lucky Unhealthy changes, labyrinth like sleepless Nights that frame me for crimes I dreamed I committed Ruined perception, depth filled intentions I punish myself as the rain burns me senseless I sit in the midst of a twenty two year old war And I only remember the last twelve of them all Fourteen legacies etched in my memory A...

Archive No. 11: Nothing Real Is Ever Nice - The Imitations of Art

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The lines on both our hands intertwined Our gazes, mirrors forever till the end of time I lay in a bed of daffodils that wrap me whole and tight The dams unleash acid rivers because nothing real is ever nice The sun sets flames to the Santorini waves Both our feet ankle deep in the ocean blue paint Time has frozen onto a new page Nothing real is ever nice so into a memory it fades My ivory sundress leaves you unimpressed Skin like the sand and eyes like a fire fest  Afraid of bad omens, there's crystals in your pockets  Nothing real is ever nice but I've never known to be a temptress I have never seen the sky filled with so much rage  Silver linings are retired from alleviating pain  Fever dreams leave me tethered to my false sense of reality Nothing real is ever nice but I'm just one misstep away from ruining my life. -auctor  

Archive No.10: The Greatest Mystery of All Time - The Imitations of Art

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  A labyrinth isn't meant to be mapped  I hear the voices through the cracks  Short cut turns and twists like thorns  It's such a miracle I made it home  Every word I've written glows in the dark Abrasions like haunting faces on these walls  Lines drawn and crossed like the red sea Can you tell me what this evidently means?  Because it all seems so unfair to me  That happiness is a great complexity Hair curled as tight as a sailors knot  Gallons of tears wiped at a restaurant Time isn't worth every dime you pay upfront The greatest mystery is always the coldest one The ocean's on fire and the amber sky tells me so I've sought patience through taming tides, shallow But if I put my foot down it goes right through the floor And it shatters everything I've built on my own Faithless and painless like our demeaning faults I'm treacherous enough to rip it all apart Lines drawn and crossed like the red sea Can you tell me what this evidently means?...