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letra de of the silent and unquiet - victor primavesi

demons, meet your host for the day
a haunted man in disarray
enter a history of intrusion
the kind of harm that i am used to
a million t–th sunk into my back
a knot of hands tied around my neck
courting death and obsession
the grip of madness that won’t lessen

hear all of my ribs quake
hear how my spine starts to break
hear my skull break in two
my voice starts to shake, but what else is new?

i strain еvery nerve and sinew
every time i begin to hold the globe with a single finger
in denial of dangers that linger in mistaking dazedness for a case of weightlessness
countless times i have fallen from the ceilings i’ve been crawling

feel my heart race
see my eyes peeled for a chase
see my empty ego rise to deceitful amounts of highs
let me go, cut the strings
pour tar over my hinderings
i know the state of our acquaintance
i’m out of my last drop of patience
let me at least see your face before you proceed to misplace every bit of who i am out of the body that i’m still in

and there it comes
the rain of ashes
it covers me as it that detaches language from feeling from agility
until nothing is how it used to be
it’ll take a few deaths and a summer before the pieces of my mind recover
my burnt flesh will take long to heal
the sight of ember has lost its appeal

reversed by silent, unquiet demons:
the certain change of the seasons
my line of sight bent into a maze
i am stuck in my own ways
where the f-ck have i been?
who did i invite in?
was mercury in f-cking retrograde?
is that why my life has been delayed?

let me go, cut the strings
pour tar over my hinderings
i know the state of our acquaintance
i’m out of my last drop of patience
let me at least see your face before you proceed to misplace every bit of who i am out of the body that i’m still in
i don’t go out
but i scream loud into my closed mouth when in doubt
i hate myself and then i hate you
i guess that is what i have to do to feel something i can really feel
i have no sense of what is real
i must bleed dry
that’s what i do every time i’m halfway through

- victor primavesi

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