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Failure of ExpectationIn a way this is a relief -
The failure of expectation.
I breathe in, I breathe out.
The weight upon my back is gone.
Infernal confusion now is gone.
I can rest my weary soul.
To the future I now gaze.
A better life, I now seek.
Reality is harsh but
I will be harsher.
The truth is a bitter chill.
Now I can be colder.
My one regret is this
Where my heart withers to a bloodless husk.
At least now, I can move forward.
I wanted to know the Truth.
Now, I do.
In so knowing, I cast aside
My delusional expectation.
I touch to feel so I
Cannot feel you at all anymore.
I touch to love,
So I cannot love anymore.
Is this the final closing of an era?
Is this only the beginning of an eternal end?
The closing of a door,
The loss of self.
Tormenting and unfaithful,
Friendless and faithless,
The hooks are in my soul and mind,
Stripping who I was and am.
Only on a soundless telephone within.
Love, show me how to feel. End my temporary numb.
Sometimes I'm afraid.
I try to see the flowers and
I try to hear the laughter.
All I see is the smoke and the
Slowly burning bridge under me.
I look back and forth -
I look at the chains binding me,
Surrounding me in the burning ashes.
They won't go,
They won't burn.
I'm trapped in the middle of a sinking bridge.
I see you, but I'm alone.
You're in the sea, going under and back up again,
Unable to rise to the surface alone.
I reach out my hand, calling to you,
Though you won't take my help.
You see me and laugh.
You turn away, because you won't save yourself.
But I'm about to burn on the bridge,
A convenient funeral pyre.
You won't save me.
You won't even extend your hand, and
Just like I always am.
The bridge breaks,
I hear the cracks and feel my cries.
The chains drag me down below you
And catch on the tumultuous tide.
Now I'm where I always was inside:
At the bottom of a black, cold abyss,
Unable to breathe, chained to something I could never be st
Djinn SmokeThe smoke leaves my lips
In a breathless trickle.
Meditative stillness fills my body and
I know pain will not touch me here.
Silence seeps through my chords
With the rasp of poison smoke.
I know this kills me, but I can't care -
I suffocate without you here.
Remnants of demon inside of me,
I ignore the dead on the ground.
So much smoke, so much blood,
So many dreams burned away.
Am I empty now, my love?
Alive but in so much pain?
Am I artificial now?
Do you take the blame?
Sinking slowly, ever further,
Tobacco fills my lungs.
I guess the Djinn like smoke after all.
I take another drag.
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