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GLAZING
"You harvest your own soul
And wonder why you feel so hollow..."
The glazing on the window's begun to peel
It lets the cold in, but it's sound that hurts the worst;
It lets the world in and grates on my tinnitus
'Cause don't you know it, I haven't slept yet
But somehow found the time not to eat yet either
Yeah, I'm talented, or so they say...
Those that don't know
The black that I paint each note grows
Like a money tree, from the seed of my soul
And I'm cashing in for nothing
But pain and self-loathing
Fuck.
"You harvest your own soul
And wonder why you feel so hollow..."
The glazing on the window's more damaged than not, now
But I can still see my curling, rippled, crippled reflection in it somehow
Every day it just gets worse
And I simply watch
Waiting for that fateful day when it's all but come off
So I can rip it, tear it, and throw it out
And in that moment, I'll call the window pane tamed
But not myself.
You see, wasting away is such a delicate game
You've got to stay, stained and sustained
And let every whim or chance of change
Fail to take, like paint to glass on a cold day
Oh, and I've tried that too
Painting a new skin;
Always looks promising at first
Then peels away from within
So just shut me in
Board this window up
"Wait... no, stop
You've got a family, remember?"
"You harvest your own soul
And wonder why you feel so hollow"
I cut myself into pieces
A spectacle for the seething masses
Through this filthy filter
Maybe I should just smash it out
Leave the glass mosaiced across the cool, dry ground
An empty frame
A fitting memoir;
Empty things always are so full of potential.
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