Grip - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

Connection

Affection

Regression

Subjection

In the throes of grief,

In remorse’s debt.

Crushed under irony’s massive breadth.

Words that spill from an ugly mouth (Compassion forced

From captive scorn, And active remorse.)

Words that hold no weight.

(Confessions of love, Obsessions in vein,

Recessions of love, Will now douse the flame.)

(I've been) Carrying ideations of a greater future.

Ideations you dropped so long ago.

But you never let me know

Now I’m left breaking

For those chained cold hands

To release me from here

Grip

Walled in

Yet free to roam

Lost to the world

Windows locked, doors closed

Silenced of your own accord

Does the truth you hoard burn you away inside

As much as its absence pains me

I mourn for you

A beautiful smile regurgitating fallacy

A beautiful mind avoiding tangency