A heart that rejects all, is a heart well betrayed

 A heart that rejects all, is a heart well betrayed

~ Miss A


Leaving the city again, the highlights fade with the smog,

Do I but not care about anyone, even a single soul back,

Yet it itches my heart, as if I'm losing something in the process,

And still, I have no reasons, to look back, or stare at the past.


Drowning everyday in my own bottle, the storm thrives,

Rain that has faded the building behind, only some moments later- have arrived,

I stay for the storm, that is approaching my skin,

It takes over me, it's all okay, 'cause it's nothing from within.


It soothes me into a harmony, it's fine to be like this, it's alright,

It's okay to look back, and see nothing but dust,

It's okay if the faces in there - no more make any sense,

Let it all die, a little funeral, and let it go.


The stings that we hold so hard, will always end up cutting,

The quagmire infront of us, we either live, or live through it,

With this heart rejecting everyone today, this land had gotten so brazen,

It tries to halt, and cling to anyone in sight. 


And when you have a strong soldier to guard, can't even do that,

You're just alone-alone, and alone, until the world comes to a spiral,

The alarm goes off, the bell rings to a charm, it doesn't matter.


A restraint built by yourself-is so though, it binds you from inside,

Every thread I tried to hold, have monopolized,

Polished in spectrum, ranges of drama still and wide,

Now this heart rejects all, even you out of my mind.


I'm starting to feel claustrophobic, the wall's pushing from all sides,

A sad mage, who has no powers to push it, pull it, or otherwise,

Maybe there is a chapter to why, a backstory for this punished crime.


Those pages, I'm but unwilling to look down, remember,

Let it rot in history, let it be sanded with time,

For you won't find it anywhere else, a heart as pure as mine,

Devoted and true to itself, as betrayed as the eclipse of light. 


And mind you, it's different, for the light that had shown upon,

Burned bright but blue, tormented skin and a-glued,

Leaving marks past the skin, past the bones, in an elegant shimmer,

A heart that rejects all, is a heart drowned in blue.


And I know my syndrome, I know what it is that eats me,

And I know they fact, that I can't control of force,

A heart that rejects, is a heart well betrayed,

And for me, the best thing, is to give up, stop expecting.


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