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[Poetry] open me

Zelda

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    The more it tells you the less you know.

    Lay Down To Rest
    she wears an infinite mask of eminence
    daring her semblance to appear in remnants
    to develop and expose in the crest
    of all she lays down to rest

    but the worry on her face
    can incite an endless daze
    vowing tragedy upon her guests
    only she wants to lay down to rest

    her hands are tied in sundry thoughts
    incoherently proposing terminus plots
    witting her soul to the test
    she will lay down to rest

    she hangs her heart for all to see
    the parallel works of her cavalier to be
    the end of all things caressed in zest
    how can she lay down to rest?

    and her eyes, they don't smile anymore
    they just look solemnly down at the floor
    hoping you all of the best
    now lay her down to rest

    oh, she died a death that only happened inside
    to die and still be breathing; the incessant collide
    a beginning dead on arrival, lest we forget
    she now lays down to rest.
    ______________________________________________________________________​
    P s y c h i a t r i c P a r a d o x
    Confine my lungs in elixirs and remedies,
    to permeate through everlasting tragedies.

    Create a void in my darkest ether,
    encourage a directional diversion that I never.

    If will must be found in an undying body,
    infuse, instill me in waters inhaled in and weathered.

    For I've but many tries been that somebody,
    and exhaled my last breath in a moment untethered.​
     
    are you real

    your face with eyes to die for
    suddenly a pattern with lines i can't erase
    with treachery you hold an allure
    when you allude my mind as just a trace

    first you were gold and now you are dust
    this act is changing and i can't keep track
    with your masked lies, i easily trust
    and just like that you are back

    you reveal everything i need
    such a presence can't be right
    finally in this moment i can breathe
    yet through all of this it seems it just might…

    but you are not real, not even your ghost is here
    every part of you reads a silhouetted fraud
    fading into the conscious of reality, you disappear
    and every part of me bleeds a deliberated facade
    ___________________________________________

    This was supposed to be about schizophrenia but I don't know how I feel about it
     
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    epiphany of haze

    you were the epiphany in my darkest days
    tried to push me away from all of the haze
    became my euphoria, the reason to breathe
    now i am here, begging on my knees

    i took you for granted after the while
    made you run way more than a mile
    you became the secondary character of your own story
    all just to give me your power and glory

    you built me up and i broke you down
    we both walked away with one last vehement sound…

    you were the epiphany in my darkest days
    i lost you over and over again from all of the haze.
     
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