About my feelings of going to the DSC clinic tmr.
Purple Guitar
The molten stomachs that do not churn in the face of fear.
See, you feel. Feel, you hurt. Breathe, you live.
Hear, the critics, yourself, muted, so loudly.
Guts twisting to the scribbles pending pen.
Purple Guitar
G chord for starters. Let me sing you a song today.
It’s about love, like how all good songs are, for you, of you.
It will tear you apart and touch your heart. You will beg
and plead and cry. May mercy be bestowed.
Maybe not.
E minor to spice things up. Let us go on a ride to space.
You shuffle amongst the stars. They burn so radiantly, like how all
good stars do, for us. You flush with the envy of success, wondering
good stars do, for us. You flush with the envy of success, wondering
the intensity of enduring pain they mask to feed the fire.
The molten stomachs that do not churn in the face of fear.
The evaporated veins that do not bleed emotions
but empty promises once made by self to self, aged twelve.
but empty promises once made by self to self, aged twelve.
The crumbled bones, shrapnel from war, with nothing left to break,
leaves no trails of cracks.
leaves no trails of cracks.
Yet, a 7th, you flush in the vacuum you stand, for the vacuum they are within.
You crave for the constellations, trophies of achievements displayed
in the palm of your hands, bright red and searing.
Your artist speaks for yourself.
in the palm of your hands, bright red and searing.
Your artist speaks for yourself.
You drink through your windows, savoring each sip,
never letting cherry lips taste a drop of iced gold.
Your masterpiece of failures built on failure speaks for you.
never letting cherry lips taste a drop of iced gold.
Your masterpiece of failures built on failure speaks for you.
See, you feel. Feel, you hurt. Breathe, you live.
The ticking at the corner has no meaning to the girl dying inside.
Time stops only for the poor unfortunates to cherish regrets.
Hear, the critics, yourself, muted, so loudly.
Guts twisting to the scribbles pending pen.
Embrace the moon, reflection of your light, as time pauses.
Stars too brilliant implode to massive darkness.
Hold on to yourself, do not get lost in the cadence.
D major.
