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letra de dark hurricanes - black-striped prism

rejections, cancellations, when do they end
when something i can’t control is taken
into an in depth amount of consideration
my options: exile or obliteration
people pass through me, see me in disgust
treat me as an appliance covered in rust
blow me away thinking i’m poisonous dust
avoid me as if i was a perilous gust
i’m categorized as a strange animal
disparate, transparent, and incompatible
caged from common experiences
the majority of people take for granted
due to an innatе urge to not conform
society has always pressurеd me to reform
changing would result in becoming something i’m not
would the outcome be receiving what i’ve always sought

so distant / so insecure
so insufficient / so unsure
flowing through me is a river of impurity
pouring into a guilt filled sea
creating dark hurricanes in me

reprehensible behavior, thoughtless decisions
shame seeps deeper with each atrocious action
corruption courses through this hollow body
commanding a specter that resembles me
what could it be? it can’t be human
it’s everything i stand against as a person
this isn’t worth it, i’ve lost my sense of self
manifested as a defective version of everyone else
i’ve undergone a reverse metamorphosis
overwhelmed by a transformation that’s larcenous
robbing me of my conscious and instilled morals
making me unworthy of my distilled laurels
consumed by flashbacks i’m scared will reoccur
convinced my past is a definite precursor
to a horrendous, inescapable future
i surrender to this belligerent creature
so distant / so insecure
so insufficient / so unsure
flowing through me is a river of impurity
pouring into a guilt filled sea
creating dark hurricanes in me

one moment brimming with filthy glory
the next i’m reliving my petty story
accompanied by sounds of the environment
my only prevention from reaching true silence
my deepest thoughts lurking subconsciously
misconstruing my concept of reality
to wake then wonder, to fear to slumber
the recesses of my mind have torn asunder
i’m unbalanced, sickly nauseous
i experience angina with intense sharpness
it gets harder to breathe with every breath
i have a lack of hunger, but i’m full of emptiness
mentally, i’m past the point of exhaustion
secretly, i’m a cesspool of untamed emotions
i know these symptoms are possibly permanent
but hope this illness will soon relent

dark hurricanes
dark hurricanes
dark hurricanes in me

- black striped prism

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