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(Re​)​Morse Code

from SPEAKS by Critic, The Cannibal

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Is this a gift or a curse, a floral painted hearse.
Bandage my feet as I walk through fire.
Though I fall prey to the flame, the ashes of my name
I am not a hostage to my selfish desire.
The rays of the sun speak in whispered tones,
Reminding my skin of the brittle bones.
Buried within, call my empty body your home.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.
For a moment I look back to remind myself,
Where I came from and where I will go.
To the ends of the earth and beyond, into the fading light.
Over the edge to walk into the unknown.
The rays of the sun speak in whispered tones,
Reminding my skin of the brittle bones.
Buried within, call my empty body your home.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.
Take captive every thought that rings out of me deceitful,
And force this camel on broken knees through the eye of the needle.
Purge out my chest and purify my mind.
Break my spine and crucify my pride.
I’ve been seeking peace within myself for so long that I’ve forgotten what it’s like just to breath freely outside.
It seems like every forward step that I claim upon this mountain is met with the ghost of failure trailing close behind.
Some days it feels like my regrets will be far too big of a burden for me to shoulder.
But when I look back upon the child I once was, I can see how strong I’ve become as I’ve grown older.
Father, I will press on and I will follow in your footsteps as best as I possibly can.
But I ask one thing in return, that when I fall, as I know I will,
Please give me the strength so I can stand.
This is a gift not a curse, the healing always hurts.
But you will become someone so much stronger.
Never let go or give up, don’t forget the songs you learn.
And peace will guide you as you grow older.
Our anguish speaks to the rhythm of morse code.
Our remorse grows in the silence of being alone.

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from SPEAKS, released February 18, 2017

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