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Into The Deep

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The parts I hide sting me with the fury of a forgotten flame.

I’ve been changing my paths while you’ve been looking away.

My soul has been leaking fumes out of the wooden frame.

But the cold metal bites my bones, honey, I know I must pray.

You promised I’d pay for all the storms I rained over you.

Leaving you seems like walking on sunshine, why would I care?

No, you don’t have the right to claim that you feel blue.

I carried your grey remains for years, I’m used to the stares.

The sun is unforgiving, it’s still not as ferocious as I can be.

I cover my truth in disguises while you sing yourself to sleep.

And I’m thinking about leaving, not sure if I can be free.

Maybe it’s just between me and you,

Maybe I can fix this by dragging you into the deep.

-JW

Walking On Roses

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Someday the work will pay off the scars it came with.

I will still swallow it like a bitter pill,

Looking for another blameless culprit.

The whispers use my sadness as an overplayed decoy.

But the veins in my neck run with madness,

And I know I deserve joy.

So, once in a while I dip my fingers into the light.

My essence screams in agony.

At least it gets me through the night.

I know this wild river was not meant to be mine,

It was determined before my time,

But lately I have been wondering why.

And perhaps there is life outside of this concrete.

Maybe the scars can heal just fine?

Maybe I must leave the main street?

Yet, my past selves have to eat, and I stay focused.

God, I swear on my life –

This routine feels like walking on roses.

They admire the beauty but never feel my pain.

I still fear that the path I am paving

Will be washed away by the rain.

-JW

Growth Spurts

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There must be something so satisfying about the way I hide my hurt.

The crumbs of sanity fall out of me until I become plain and absurd,

But everyone seems to love it, and I wonder whether I should too?

Pleasing all the souls I meet turns out to be my personal Waterloo.

The pressure sticks its filthy nails in my ribs when I am not watching.

My old dreams float by, I no longer consider them worth catching.

There is still a fire behind my pupils, but no one sees that spark.

I do not let anyone notice my dripping eyes in the thickest dark.

Another morning always arrives a moment too soon and it hurts.

The days in the calendar cross themselves off as I wish

That I am all out of growth spurts.

-JW

Is This Luck?

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Three years in the purgatory can feel like throwing away a pound of flesh for free.

Everyone who cared even slightly tried to kill my curse,

But I kept crawling, blinded and obsessed, high on a killing spree.

The light I chased like my personal Northern star ended up being just cheap neon.

The work I put in quickly turned into secondhand dust,

It was polluted by the greed of some silver demons.

Still, I chase the dream like it is worth combusting alive for, but the days drag on.

I wonder why I sold my mind, was it worth it?

Why did I write my death sentence in orange crayon?

The desk sits heavy on my chest as I go through another unfulfilling nine to five.

Everyone who cared chases their own curse now.

If I am lucky, I will be the first one to make it out alive.

-JW

Demigod

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When the demigod speaks, everyone must lower their heads.

That is how the system works, kids, keep chewing on lead.

My clock is stuck on a moment in time that feels too soon.

I want to get out, but we are not allowed to look at the moon.

When the demigod speaks, everyone must raise their hands.

He will throw out a spear and see in which flesh it lands.

My clock is ticking down moments I can never get back again.

I want to leave, but I am afraid to see another dead end.

When the demigod speaks, everyone must suffer in silence.

You cannot escape the suffocation in caves or in highlands.

My clock is whirling out of control, it wastes away my time.

I am begging for a crack in this glass cage,

But I fear it will reveal my crimes.

-JW

The Red Line

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Not all my innocence is lost, I just hide it with fury.

You crossed a red line today,

And I guess now you will have to sue me,

No, I am not taking my anger off the front pages.

Let them read it too,

Let them see how harmful your rage is.

And do not call your bloodthirsty intentions “attraction”.

I will never tolerate it,

I will tear you into the smallest fractions.

Let me light the matches and start the forest fire,

Watch it consume your life

And rot you in the eyes of your admirers.

Not all my innocence is lost, I hide it with my youth.

You were wrong when you assumed

That I will not scream the truth.

-JW

Hive

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When all goes according to plan, my inner critic eats me alive.

The easy way is never the right one,

And the mind must always buzz like a hive.

Even if my head works like a charm and I manage to lift the curse,

My head drips red judgement ink

Into an electric anxiety hearse.

When the watch is not running the hours correctly, I crumble.

There is a part in me I fear the most,

A part that never learned to be humble.

Even if I master the minutes, the rhythm is never quite correct.

My tongue cuts open the folds of my brain,

Replaces thoughts with lies and neglect.

-JW

Before I Drown

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They keep telling me how I should step into the white light,

How I should chase it with even whiter noise and whiter lies.

I hide between juniper branches during the darkest nights,

Using poisonous berries and figs as my only disguise.

They creep up my legs but cannot take the violent screeches.

My back grows horns as soon as they whimper and cry.

I have been shooed away by seven dishonored preachers,

Saying wicked creatures like me should not even try.

But I learned to see the light in people’s actions years ago.

My pride swallows itself again when I fail to see my own.

They keep telling me that I could out-spin pure vertigo.

I grin and quietly whisper:

“This is my last plea before I drown.”

-JW

Do Not Stop

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The dust falls from the sky just like snow did this winter.

It was so many moons ago, but I remember the splinters.

My feet used to carry me past snow piles with such grace,

But death was covering my coffin in dark grey lace.

Sleep was my most violent nemesis, it kept me starving.

The fatigue quickly got to the point where it felt alarming.

I whispered to myself, praying I can keep going forward,

Hoping this is not the last sentence in my foreword.

The cold got to me, and my legs gave out almost daily.

Some mornings I could not get up as the room felt hazy.

My pupils swam aimlessly in my eye sockets for hours.

I dreamt of building bridges when I was burning towers.

-JW

Running In Place

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They are building a new house in my local park.

I have been running there for a whole year,

Been tripping over my shoelaces in the dark.

And I have no problem admitting my fears –

Change feels like a burden to me these days,

I am too afraid to ever hold something dear.

The sun keeps showering me with pity rays.

They tell me that headlights killed the deer.

Happy tears roll down my face like on cue,

I overstress about how I seem and appear.

You know the feeling, I really hope you do,

Because for the first time I truly need you here.

It is not a rut, it is not that I have grown blue.

I just cannot run on empty for another year.

-JW