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Sovereign I search for myself in that empty place. My heart is ice. I mourn my loss and with the passing hours I find a need for something I cannot describe. I've adapted to the pain inside, stripped and desynsitized. Rejection and lies, all these have soured me, corrupted me, disrupted me. I look at this existence that is me and I dont like what I see. I tear through my shame, my shifting blame, and I'm still the same, cold and unliving, silenced and driven by my infinate sadness , my unsatible madness. I dont feel anything anymore. I dry to dig through the filth of mortality, oppressed by morality, seeking serenity, killing divinity. I find this place, this empty space, inside myself. Signs that something once existed here are everywhere. Signs of who I was not who I am. A life totally seperate from mine, a person who was kind, one who didnt mind. He was a lie, he deserved to die, but I miss him from time to time. I miss my innocense, my competence, when I was whole, hadnt broke my soul or dug this hole. Sometimes I wish it would just end, but it starts again, and I wake up dreaming and goto sleep screaming, feeling the burden of loss....... sovereign. |
Additional Notes:
Sovereign - Greatest in degree, utmost, extreme
A sovereign burden.
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