Kimberly Pacent

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I wish that I was righteous
I wish that it felt right to be wrong
I wish I wasn't tempted
I wish that I was strong

Alcohol and loneliness, subjected himself to days of torment
Zone out, dim lights, his own silence escorts him
Through a partial exodus, clouded with thoughts of anger
Up endless evenings, the days start to grow stranger
Drunk and worthless, amongst others yet introverted
Laughter around him is a circus, drifting further
Away from the norm, away from the norm
Ignore reform, a party in a perfect storm
Embrace deciet, declined of imaginary feats
Exert the pain and squeeze, composition books bleed
Troubled by the past of mocking voices that stare
Everyone else had their laughing shares
Forgive me, forgive me, I, I can't help to describe
Bleeding rainbows in the sky, bleeding rainbows in the sky
Would crack a smile at times to ease other minds
Its still empty in his eyes, its empty in his eyes


Broken, no relief in sight but that certified omen
Who dares to notice the marks of that razor blade burden
Tainted windows to the oculus
Adopted a distorted second nature, longing for a saviour
It remains silent like the grave that awaits us
Disintegration into isolation, my own stranger
Blessed is she who finds the good in me
Leaving something behind that shines eternally, confined in reverie
Like shards of a shrine from something that was meant to be
Only to be disregarded 'cause of half beliefs
The words failed me, stuck in the haze of isoaltion
Limbo in the twilight between paradise and damnation
Where do I begin, part of me gets pleasure from sin
May God forgive me, detached myself from loving within'
Waiting for a sign only to fall again
To remain haunted by something with no definition

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Let the fire rise, fueled by lie for lie
Procedures to deny life, hope in the unborn dies
Diminished expectations, lost in the translation of existence
And the reflection is my only witness
Its a craze yet to crave, wallow in my shade
Ponder only to wander in a somber hallway
Where portraits of grave incidents are indolent to ignore
Dusty decor, the settings of my own mischief
Uncomfortably numb, a lost for love, no equilibrium
Lacking patience or I didn't push far enough
A constant fuck up, lost in the haze of isolation
Mocked by pretty faces when you don't ask to be the strangest
Where were my angels to grant me grace, face sunken in my hands
Wishing it was someone else that understands
Wishing there was someone else who understands
No one understands

Kimberly Pacent

If you could shed these walls from me
If you could set me right and take away my blade
If you could, if you could, if you could shed these walls from me, from me, from me