8 Stops 7 To Remain Here
This is my burden
My engaging gem
And my bittersweet revenge
My impossible moment
A new synthetic turn
To my embarrassing unrest
This is my burden.
Think your two steps ahead
And find your ten steps behind
Every move that you make is divided between the road that you took
Just to get where you are
And now the road you must take
To remain here
This is my burden
My accepting heart
My stiff, unyielding pride
My impossible weakness
A steady dose of cut and tried
This is my.
Sounds attained but feels surrendered. tempting. offensive.
Smells like wine goes down like murder.
Tempting. tainted. convincing. debated.
Is this USELESS!
The night sky a dull tone when i'm in a stone's throw but can't move committed to seeing this finished.
