Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors - Grip

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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