= M a t t e r =

My greatest disappointment is your self proclaimed potency,
An undeserved concept of what you think you are worthy,
My burden is heavy, my hands are tired from the lies we’ve moulded,
She knows all the answers because you can’t keep your secrets,
The bolts come apart, no machine remains in this heart of mine,
We are the working parts that never matter,

We are what lasts, but never together,
What kind of crystal balls are you watching,
Because here I’m bleeding on the remaining shards of the broken future.

The End

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