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Pillow Fight!
My worries
Are mine
Alone.
Bleeding bruises of fluff-clotted feathers of cotton,
Numb knuckles bash till they break to battered bone...
Wrest the wrath of the wretch, wrest all that's rotten,
Punching pillows for the profanities you'll never atone.
If I'm defined
By the sum
Of my worst
Moments...
Ravage every roar of rage, screw all that's right,
This is war unholy, now, a pillow-freakin-fight!
Why should I
Bother mending
My every
Mistake...
Toll those damned battle bells in that dull night,
This is war unholy, now, a pillow-freakin-fight!
When I shall
Only be known
For all I've
Destroyed?
Slipping silent sighs of "sorry"s amidst all you've broken,
Cloudy tufts torn to threads you never could've sewn...
Snapped strings unstitched of all the swears you've spoken,
And that, that is why you, Alter Ego, say...
My worries
Are mine
Alone.
© Alter Ego
Are mine
Alone.
Bleeding bruises of fluff-clotted feathers of cotton,
Numb knuckles bash till they break to battered bone...
Wrest the wrath of the wretch, wrest all that's rotten,
Punching pillows for the profanities you'll never atone.
If I'm defined
By the sum
Of my worst
Moments...
Ravage every roar of rage, screw all that's right,
This is war unholy, now, a pillow-freakin-fight!
Why should I
Bother mending
My every
Mistake...
Toll those damned battle bells in that dull night,
This is war unholy, now, a pillow-freakin-fight!
When I shall
Only be known
For all I've
Destroyed?
Slipping silent sighs of "sorry"s amidst all you've broken,
Cloudy tufts torn to threads you never could've sewn...
Snapped strings unstitched of all the swears you've spoken,
And that, that is why you, Alter Ego, say...
My worries
Are mine
Alone.
© Alter Ego
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