Sometimes it's like clawing
Apathy grabbing at the legs of optimism
With your nails breaking
Along the stony floor
The quicksand of gravity
Wrapping its tentacles around your perfect, delicate throat
So a scream becomes a whisper
A pleading look is silenced
A bittersweet struggle; so much, too much
despite the red
and despite the looks of utter despair
complete foolish imprisonment
despite the encroaching sense of nothing
the courage of resistance
negates everything.
Apathy grabbing at the legs of optimism
With your nails breaking
Along the stony floor
The quicksand of gravity
Wrapping its tentacles around your perfect, delicate throat
So a scream becomes a whisper
A pleading look is silenced
A bittersweet struggle; so much, too much
despite the red
and despite the looks of utter despair
complete foolish imprisonment
despite the encroaching sense of nothing
the courage of resistance
negates everything.
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