False

I turn away from the light
because your prophecies
will never come true
Just when everything settles
I am pushed back
there is no salvation

I haven’t found a greater thrill
in proving you false
at my own expense
I’ll break though my emptiness
and preserve some pride
within my scars

I’m too deep in this
I want to ask
can you still see me?
I never expected an answer
not sure I even wanted
what I need the most

Alive just to be put down
to never rise again
I envy the dead
It’s just a bad day
a shallow fate
Use me if you want to

The End

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