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From a Distance

from Trichotomy by Perennial

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I’ve begun to see that I exist as just a shell of me.

And that there is no such thing as “supposed to be”.



I want to taste the rain, and bathe away the hate.

Drown the pain away in vain, because my name it calls again.

Was I doomed from the womb? Cursed, no mercy on my way to the tomb.

Or was I put here just to die? In a game in which delusions choose the way we lose.



The season change yet I sit here just the same.

And though the walls crumble around me, I fixate on the dirt on my hands.

I exist but wear my skin as if this is only an illusion.

So I wither away at ease.



How can I find a way to get back on track, when I am encompassed by the foreplay of death?

Healed skin resentfully left, beneath the flaking of my dying flesh.

I have not the will for another quest.

Calloused! I’ve been fed with a thirst that cannot be quenched.



The cracks in the surface now act as braille to my skin.

My endurance is tested as my mind races to the beat of my fluttering heart.



The reflection grins, not smiles.

Uncaring of seconds or miles.

Unhazed eyes to shallow scars.

Unblinded to what you are.



I’m trying to concentrate, but the constant waves of pain,

Are breaking away at the fabrication of my foundation.

What good is it to contemplate living in a mind where there is no truth to find?



I see it all from a distance.

A road of memories.

I see it all from a distance

I can’t hide in reveries.

I see it all from a distance

The truth and the lies.

Bleed onto a page unwritten.

My mind forever in disguise.



I’m unable to draw the line at what is and what could be.

The darkness is a constant remainder and what I am.

Shadows unfold through transparency, reflecting upon the shell of me.

I’m unable to draw the line at what is and what could be.

The darkness is a constant remainder and what I am.

Shadows unfold through transparency, reflecting upon the shell of me.

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from Trichotomy, released March 25, 2021

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