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Tight Chest
Weary Eyes
I never thought I could be so deep in my thoughts
Until family had died
We were never close
At least that's what I'd like to think
But the pain tells me otherwise
Like you were there
For me, and I for you
But that thought is just misconstrued
Or maybe just misconstructed
A facade with no windows and a locked door
Cracked blood brick that looked withered and torn
An underlying pit filled with spit
But that's just the way I designed it
So no one knows my pain
Unless the have the will for my words
And a key to fit
And after you drown in these poems
And after you open this door, it will become hard to close
A breeze picks up and a sickening sorrow grows
You begin to see a castle filled with crows
To represent the deaths
And bottles of rum to represent the lows
Pessimistic actors to play the roles of my depressing life scenarios
And about them, spiritless souls that are smoking endless sticks of tobacco
Behind this an oak patio that begins to undergo a constant snow to represent the empty but filled space of my broken abode where I live alone
They say through sorrow there is some sort of benefit
That my attenuated skin will start to become thick
But that's one thing I'll never get
Because even though I'll never admit
No key will ever fit
You can get through this
God, I've suffered too long
Through deaths, through loves, and through broken hearts
I'm falling apart at the seams
I promise you, you can get through this
God, I can't see your grace through these tragedies
God, help me believe
I just want to believe