This silence is killing me,
It questions everything that I've come to believe,
Everything I've come to love,
And everything I've come to live.
These second thoughts are murdering me,
They're deciphering my deepest fear,
My darkest regrets,
And my incredulous lies.
Your voice is protecting me,
Picking me up off of the blood-stained ground,
Dusting me off,
And asking nought in return.
Your touch is healing me,
Bandaging these deep wounds of time,
Mending broken dreams,
And repairing what I could not fix.
You are saving me,
From the skeletons of my atramentous mind,
My portentous thoughts,
And repertoire of doubt.
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keep it up. i hope you stay inspired.
Especially the strong finish:
"You are saving me,
From the skeletons of my atramentous mind,
My portentous thoughts,
And repertoire of doubt."
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