May09
Torpid
As dictated by Faranza Syns
This fast yet torpid pace I'm going through isn't helping much.
"I won't be last."
Just stupid, dismal words, really. Because I don't feel it in my soul. It's like a wavering flame. It's so easy to reach out, make everyone else forget its existence.
Someone, grab me by the shoulders and tell me there's still a long way to go, and I can do it.
Because frankly, I'm tired sick of telling myself the same thing over and over again.
Sorry, Nana, if I back out on our deal. Between the two of us, we know who's gonna win now, don't we?
Go down with a scream.
"I won't be last."
Just stupid, dismal words, really. Because I don't feel it in my soul. It's like a wavering flame. It's so easy to reach out, make everyone else forget its existence.
Someone, grab me by the shoulders and tell me there's still a long way to go, and I can do it.
Because frankly, I'm tired sick of telling myself the same thing over and over again.
Sorry, Nana, if I back out on our deal. Between the two of us, we know who's gonna win now, don't we?
Go down with a scream.
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