[162] Blurred Times

Revive who I was
[an anomaly]
when I first met you
Try it one more time
Let me crumble before you
It’s a wonderful sight

Searching for a hand
or grabbing for breath
capturing it inside
for times like this
when you take it all away
or for times like those when
you watch me be
in a villainous state

Give me the courage to face you
than to let you inside again
for your figure blurs before me
A projection of doom onto you
I watch you wait and
I just let myself cremate
deeper and difficult to reach out
still searching for a hand
in the wrong place

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