Scars
From Bedrock
Feeling
happy is the slide as the canyon walls rise
Glinting
bottles and pretty wrappers are friendly lies
Your
momentary feeling of no self-disgust
The
excuses in your mind turn guilt to dust
Guilt is
earned for you know its false pleasure
Hurting and
wounding your greatest treasure
But the
will to stop sounds like the cry of loneliness
You know
the ultimate abyss but nothing’s worse than emptiness
See the
face in the mirror and remember long ago
In movies
you saw the desolation you’re looking at now
Cards are
dealt by random stealth
Faerie
tale endings is the devil’s wealth
Build
your bedrock or be swept into Satan’s quicksand
Passion
is the action that solidifies to glass denying a last stand
You may
wrench yourself free or rise and slide by degree
Bedrock
is that chance you’ll have durability
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