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It’s like a secret you cant get out
It’s like a bomb that hasn’t gone off in a thousand years
It’s a drug, and an addiction at that
It’s like a perfect rose whispering in the breeze
Whispering all your faults counting them down by ones
By twos
By Threes
Until all you have left is the clothes on your back
and the smile on your face
Even if that’s not enough
You still have to grin and bear it
Because the guy next to you always has it worse
The fire always burns brighter
On the other side of the fence
And the grass is just as soft and as useless as your own
And the light in your eyes is just as faded
As the man’s sitting across from you

The train we all ride
Day in and day out
Seldom makes stops
Seldom ever stops, no matter what
And all I can see is your beautiful face
You positively glow in a crowd
It’s more than a drug now
It’s an absolute weakness
Dependency is a policy, and one I need to elaborate on
And ice is still colder than the flames of hell

Don’t you want to know the secrets?
Of course you do… Your body language gives you away

Don’t you want to know the weakness?
It burrows deep inside you and stays there until all that’s left
Is the mold on the bread, slowly growing in the freezer

Put simply, the only thing you truly want is amnesty
Not from the law
From the monsters
Slowly clawing at the strands left
Inside that hollow tomb you like to call a chest
The strands of magic, fire, blood, guts
Whatever you want to call it
It’s remains no matter what you title it
Changing the title doesn’t change the meaning it holds
Call it what you will
It wont change how you feel about it
How it feels about you

The thing is…
It’s not how well you know the forest
But how well the forest knows you
Do you recognize the branches?
Or are they looking for familiarity in you
You can talk to them all you want
The flowers still wilt in the end
They all shrivel and die, and leave only their offspring

Isn’t that just life

Isn’t it just…

This poem is Copyright ยฉ RyanA