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Miss My Chance II
01:58
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Leave me at the altar, I belong all alone. You said, “I couldn’t leave you here”, in time, I’m sure I’ll prove you wrong. Like a blood-covered Love, you’ll place your shotgun in my palms and when I lay without a pulse, look to my suggestive songs. So from this day forth, consider me a suitor, of sorts, dodging arrows, shielding swords, and twisting knobs on locked doors. I’ll be the boy who cried wolf on the hills of Calvary, until eventually I’m crushed beneath my own intensity.
But yet, I can’t seem to quit. I’m back and forth between giving up and giving in. I’ve seen a world outside this (dead) paper and pen. There must be life that lies under this dead skin. This song is for Ern, for Kurt, for Thirsk, and for Wendy, who kept their barrels still and steady. The few, the chosen few that I would trade my one last shell to spend eternal life with, through sickness and in hell. So ring out the chapel bells, I’m holding on to myself.
I swear I can’t keep living my life on the fence when in the past, my indecision's nearly beaten me to death. Too many times I’ve had this trigger tightly clenched in my hand, but it won't happen again. I won’t miss my chance. I won't.
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The Spiral March
01:24
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I’ve been frozen in the dark for long enough, where now I’m only waiting for my eyes to adjust. Once figures turn to shapes and shapes turn to objects, I can trade my false hope for something more than mirages. So count me in, into another rage, into another day where it will all deflate. Throw defeat in my face and barricades in my way, but I’ll still make the climb up this spiral staircase.
Each step towards the top is beginning to show me that I’m not completely invisible. Through these paper-thin walls, I hear faint echoes of the ones I love and their struggles. If we break them down, we can reveal ourselves, moving slow and steady until they fire the next round. In the end, it’s just a game of Russian roulette, so go ahead; run with scissors and place your bets.
This is what I like to call The Spiral March: a month in which we lose control, then we fall apart. Facing this head on may be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, so take to heart this notion before you move along…
"Beware The Spiral March for it has come, but not gone."
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I've got nothing deep down inside. I'm shallow. Shallow.
I can't outrun myself, it's all too real. I'm even lonelier than I feel.
Look closely and you'll start to see the sand and stone that burden me. I found no comfort in this desert, just uncertainty.
Trying to taste the water that you call rain. Trying to feel pleasure in what you call pain. The colors of the rainbow may fade, but when they erase and the gold goes up in flames, there will be no escape.
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Unless
02:11
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If I burned your favorite book, would you salvage every page you could? Would you help preserve its message, even through the smoke and soot? If I argued that your blades were dull, would you cut my throat to prove me wrong? Would you use my blood to splatter your thoughts all across these empty walls?
You’d be surprised to know, there’s no armored man on a pale white horse that rides into town and sends you to war. Under the floorboards, it’s easy to ignore the roars of the pillagers who come wanting what’s yours. “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.” If you care to try or try to care, I can’t ask for more than that, but nothing is going to change...
unless you let the colors run and the words bleed off the page, and allow imagination to course through your veins; unless you place yourself inside the vulnerable mind of another ailing author who has nothing to hide;
unless you’re willing to break the boundary between what you think you can and cannot be; unless you’re able to keep carrying on through the times that your binding may come undone; unless you stand by your opinions, even when all the criticisms begin rolling in; unless you cater to no one and just say what you mean;
unless you create your own settings and create your own scenes; unless you set your sights on something and you reach, reach, reach; unless you value what’s right over a gold-plated peace prize; unless you fight and fight and fight and fight;
unless you fight for every letter and fight for every indent; unless you fight for every dot and expressive punctuation; unless you fight for perfect bookends; unless you fight for every breath; unless you fight against being oppressed.
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