skin and hate
I am full of this weak energy, watch as it froths at the brim.
It pulsates thickly through my brain, and weighs down every limb.
In my stomach it curdles as it hardens my insides,
to the more negative part of my soul it does guide.
Lately I feel as if my head is always just slightly above the high tide,
getting mouthfuls of water, no relief does anyone provide,
though every cell in me loudly cried.
Damn this distance that has grown within us, along who's borders I must abide.
Damn the tension that has forged between us making it impossible to collide.
I watch your assessing eyes,
as you ascertain whether to the occasion I will fall or bravely rise.
Though everyday I feel as if I'm being pulled further and further away from the skies.
You give me the illusion that you're wise, or that you're someone who's opinion matters, and to my surprise,
you aid in my willingness to bow down, to quickly build a convincing guise.
I have known no greater enemy, than those walking in a skin I once knew.
You smile and you wave, but all your once familiar niceties are construed.
In an effort to feed my soul I try to swindle a false power,
but it leaves me alone and hateful, consumed by the demons that were sent to turn me sour.
And to this pessimistic queen I cower, under her mighty hand.
Im made smaller by her impenetrable tower.
Where is my strength to propel me in this hour?
This will be my undoing, this contempt so strong I can feel it dripping off my skin,
I can taste it's steely cold palette as it drips from my tongue and caresses my quivering chin.
Your masquerade has exposed me as an essence that is raw and wearing thin,
In this battle I've constructed within my mind, you win, you win.
It pulsates thickly through my brain, and weighs down every limb.
In my stomach it curdles as it hardens my insides,
to the more negative part of my soul it does guide.
Lately I feel as if my head is always just slightly above the high tide,
getting mouthfuls of water, no relief does anyone provide,
though every cell in me loudly cried.
Damn this distance that has grown within us, along who's borders I must abide.
Damn the tension that has forged between us making it impossible to collide.
I watch your assessing eyes,
as you ascertain whether to the occasion I will fall or bravely rise.
Though everyday I feel as if I'm being pulled further and further away from the skies.
You give me the illusion that you're wise, or that you're someone who's opinion matters, and to my surprise,
you aid in my willingness to bow down, to quickly build a convincing guise.
I have known no greater enemy, than those walking in a skin I once knew.
You smile and you wave, but all your once familiar niceties are construed.
In an effort to feed my soul I try to swindle a false power,
but it leaves me alone and hateful, consumed by the demons that were sent to turn me sour.
And to this pessimistic queen I cower, under her mighty hand.
Im made smaller by her impenetrable tower.
Where is my strength to propel me in this hour?
This will be my undoing, this contempt so strong I can feel it dripping off my skin,
I can taste it's steely cold palette as it drips from my tongue and caresses my quivering chin.
Your masquerade has exposed me as an essence that is raw and wearing thin,
In this battle I've constructed within my mind, you win, you win.