my face tells the tale of mazes
2025-10-08
my face tells the tale of mazes
phases caught in gazes
praise the one who razes
what was never stable
flip it rip it my favorite word
i'm too big for this world i think i'm about to hurl
killing time while time's been killing
what the fuck is this feeling
spilling guts on the pavement
you're enslaved to the statement
i made before i knew what making meant
rent due on a life i never signed the lease for
peace? more like pieces scattered
mattered once before the shattering
gathering what's left just makes the pile look sadder
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