Trapped In These Designs

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I wrote this, in 2010. It's part of my 10th lyric set, Inception Of The Omega.

Submitted: August 21, 2016

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Submitted: August 21, 2016

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(Verse 1)

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

I'd, throw, away, all, of, my, disguises.

But, then, I’d, have, nowhere, to hide.

From, myself, from, all, the shame, I, hold, inside.

How, much, longer, am I, going to, survive?


(Chorus)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get to, obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.

 

(Verse 2)

Chained, to the lies, that, overwhelm, locked, in, this, realm.

I'm, starting to, feel, a vortex, inside, casting, a spell.

Words, torture, me, burying, me, for, what feels, like, an eternity.

Something, in, my, soul, is holding, me, back.

Something, in, my, heart, keeps my mind, in, the past.

 

(Bridge)

Our, minds, bleed, with, the insanity, built, up, inside.

Our, souls, swallowed, by, the guilt, that, doesn’t, want, to die.

 

(Chorus 2)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get to, obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

The only, magic, that, I thought, was, realistic, it, didn't exist.

It, was, overrun, by, pure, logic, this, disbelief, has made, me, so, sick.

 

(Verse 3)

Blood, spilling, pressure, filling.

My, mind, is, on, the farthest, edge.

Between, a dream, and, a nightmare.

Common, hatred, that, I've begun, to share.

Temptation, slowly, fills, building, layers.

Feeling, so, constricted, wrapped, up, in, a collision.

These feelings, keep me, restrained, let these, barriers, fade.


(Chorus 2)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get to, obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.

Every, second, that, passes, by, is, trapped, in, these, designs.

The only, magic, that, I thought, was, realistic, it, didn't exist.

It, was, overrun, by, pure, logic, this, disbelief, has made, me, so, sick.


(Chorus)

The scent, of, sorrow, spread, across, my, lips, is, all, that’s, left to, taste.

My, heart, is, rigid, with, disgust, and, I’ll, never, get to, obtain.

The things, I’ve, wanted, most, I've, lost, all, hope.


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