Miniature
Eternal Struggle: A Symphony of Desolation in Demonagathionmortem's 'Miniature'
Lyrics
Sometimes I have to confess
Expressing occasional feelings of confession or admission.
That I feel like a piece of dough
Feeling akin to a malleable, shapeable substance like dough.
Like the cold marble I'll be stamped on
Comparing oneself to cold marble, anticipating being marked or imprinted upon.
When my organs stop working
Imagining the cessation of bodily functions.
My blood coated with fine bits of reminders
Feeling a blood inundated with memories or reminders.
When even my self asks for thirst
Suggesting a deep internal yearning or need.
The clouds so high of my hopeful dreams
Referencing hopeful aspirations portrayed as clouds, now turned nightmarish.
Turned into a nightmare
Transformation of dreams into a terrifying experience.
In which after years they flaunted me and disappeared
Feeling abandoned after years of showcasing dreams, now vanished.
And me frozen and my skin cracked
Feeling frozen and emotionally vulnerable, skin metaphorically cracked.
I disadvantage myself with a hit to the ground
Self-sabotage and causing harm or disadvantage to oneself.
Where there I give one more cry for help
Expressing a cry for help after hitting rock bottom.
The years of autumn colors disappeared
Loss of vibrant, colorful experiences or seasons of life.
And the smiles that occupied my face
Past happiness or joy now absent, replaced by sorrow.
As open as the doors of my home I sob
Being emotionally vulnerable, crying openly.
They disappeared so rarefied
Disappearance of once-existent joys, becoming rare or elusive.
Like the nightmare that occupied me night and day
Being haunted by a recurring, consuming nightmare.
And that did not let me sleep
The nightmare preventing peaceful sleep or rest.
Until my blood stopped flowing
Imagery of life stopping or becoming unbearable.
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