Holding My Own Hands...
Holding My Own Hands
Staring into space with a hollow gaze
A vacuum so deeply engraved that it feels empty
Comprehending all but one simple truth
A virtue long forgotten yet found again for encore
Slapping myself to self-righteous consciousness
Wavering into thoughts of inconclusive destination
Battling invisible wounds that grazed within
From all exteriors to interiors yet never seen
Conspiring methods to steer away from obvious
What was not written in stone still gotten served
A very cold shake in a warm liquefying heart
Saving all for nothing and nothing for all
While I thought it was all for something more
It was just warm enough to jolt to the encore
Thus lies the commandments in loose sands
All that remains to be held are my own hands
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