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Shell
Competition swings the bat upon the side of my skull
And my muscles tear my bones to go for more
My tears singe at the heat of my rage
Something within me feels it's gone astray
Daylight walks upon the sidewalk where rocks have left the yard
Kicking them back into the pit and continuing to follow the stars
Mars, so red, so dry, such factors compel me
When really pluto's radiance is what my heart wants more than any
Laughters seems to limit more than it does propell me
To see the good in life and in anything really
It's a feeling I'm feeling, and it feels like it's stealing
Any insight I may gain from observance of such a dealing
It's like peeling the skin from a banana, exposing the source for which you really crave
Yet the source seems fleeting and now you feel lacking
For you are only left with the source's shell
Acrylic like shards frighten my heart
Thoughs nothing is there
It's a sense of impending doom that leaving me scarred
I as if tear through my mind to find some sort of blind
That perhaps I can burn so the light will return
But the fear is this light will only burn me and send my ashes to an urn
I tend to not discern myself with it all together
As if I'd rather live in this goddamn hell for now and forever
I hold the scissors that have this life source..severed
I return yet again to sphere that entombs me, like a gerbil in a ball
I can look but not touch
The texture will forever be a stranger to a shell of such anger
