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in.ability.By: Mr.Feather
Still only able to touch a flower
Can't make it bloom unless it wants to
Still only able to touch the water's surface
Can't make it any warmer unless you want it, too
Still can't help anyone
not even myself
So why try to help others?
I'm just a powerless hypocrite
Same as ever
With words that should be used as medicine
Taken as offensive like weapons
To fight battles in the name of
a misunderstood prophet of peace
Tell me, what's the devil whispering in your ear?
Obviously, it's my voice you can't hear
Is this why they kill the messenger?
An odor of betrayal creeping over the city steps
The river shaking, running mad and blind
against the ocean current
When the devil narrows
an ally's mind, to only one track,
to only one vision, the figure
of a distant friend-
shortly disappearing,
across a battlefield that should've never started,
as bad actors play the roles of generals,
and everyone you care for turns rogue,
and you realize you're fighting all alone,
in a room of shadows,
with whom ever's voice dares to reach the depths you once buried
[to find some light you could both share and keep]
but the plans crash like rescue flares no one will ever see..
And you realize you're fighting all alone,
in a room of shadows,
with whom ever's voice dares to reach the depths you buried,
resurrecting the beaten, dead feelings,
and it's all repeating,
losing,
just losing the battle-
-to keep something.
