‘my cost’

a misfortune has occurred

an inconclusive blooming flower

a strange illusion for the ghost

who feeds on more than pretty words

i’m more heinous than my faults

and if expression is merely speaking

tell me then is it worth more than my cost?

i’m not sorry for who i am

taciturn in my suspension

a suffering outlet in the art

and i am everything who i am

a temperamental superstition

all i’ve thought is what i’ve lost.

i may be virginal under so many dazzled lights

but i swear i’m conversational

when it comes to my inconsequential life

and i’m aware that all my shadows have

gone and broken out

never mailed or read aloud.

i’m not sorry for who i am

taciturn in my suspension

a suffering outlet in the art

and i am everything who i am

a temperamental superstition

all i’ve thought is what i’ve lost.

expectancy only happens

when hope is placed in all abandoned. 

i’m not sorry for who i am

taciturn in my suspension

a suffering outlet in the art

and i am everything who i am

a temperamental superstition

all i’ve thought is what i’ve lost.

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