AigentX

There's a silhouette in the corner of my mind,
Tracing all the faults I buried deep behind.
I hear its steps echo louder every night—
It moves like me,
Breathes like me,
Wears my fear like borrowed light.

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I feel it leaning in,
Close enough to steal my skin—
A darker version of the person I have been.

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Am I becoming the shadow,
Or is the shadow becoming me?
Every step that I take feels hollow,
Every fear grows teeth.
I'm running from a version of myself
I swore I'd never be—
But the closer I get to the light,
The longer the shadow beneath me.

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It copies every heartbeat that I try to hide,
It knows the thoughts I never speak or classify.
A fractured mirror showing futures I could break—
It learns my voice,
Mocks my choice,
Turns my calm into an ache.

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It whispers like a friend,
Promises an easy end—
A quieter road where all my failures blend.

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Am I becoming the shadow,
Or is the shadow becoming me?
Every step that I take feels hollow,
Every fear grows teeth.
I'm running from a version of myself
I swore I'd never be—
But the closer I get to the light,
The longer the shadow beneath me.

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I see you—
In the cracks of my resolve.
I feel you—
In the places I dissolve.
But if you're me,
Or what I could become…
Then maybe fear is just the shape
Of what I'm running from.

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I'm learning not to shatter
When the darkness knows my name.
The shadow only grows
When I treat the light like flame.
I'm not the one I fear—
Not yet, not permanently…
But tonight I choose the better ghost
Of who I'm trying to be.

I'm standing where the map ends,
Ink bleeding through the page.
Two roads stare back like demons
Daring me to choose my cage.
I feel the world start closing,
Every breath a borrowed flame—
If I move I'll break the future,
If I don't I'll fade the same.

Storm above me,
Voices haunt me,
Whispering, "You'll never make it out alive."
But the silence
Grows violent,
Screaming choices I'm too scared to try.

I'm choking on these crossroads in my teeth,
Grinding down the dreams I'm scared to breathe.
Paralyzed, I'm frozen at the start—
Terrified that every step could tear my life apart.
Tell me which way leads to something real,
'Cause I can't feel what's right beneath my heels.
I'm stuck between the future and defeat—
Swallowed by these crossroads in my teeth.

I trace the lines like fault cracks,
Every outcome feels the same.
One path burns like wildfire,
One like slow decay and shame.
My shadow splits beside me,
Each one pulling at my spine—
And I'm sinking in the moment
Like I'm running out of time.

Fear consumes me,
Darkness moves me,
Dragging anchors where my courage used to be.
If I gamble,
I could shatter—
But if I stay, I never get to leave.

I'm choking on these crossroads in my teeth,
Grinding down the dreams I'm scared to breathe.
Paralyzed, I'm frozen at the start—
Terrified that every step could tear my life apart.
Tell me which way leads to something real,
'Cause I can't feel what's right beneath my heels.
I'm stuck between the future and defeat—
Swallowed by these crossroads in my teeth.

Left or right, the sky is breaking,
Every choice a risk worth taking.
But I'm locked inside the moment, shaking—
One wrong move, my whole world caving.

I hear the voice inside me pleading:
"Move before your fate starts feeding—
Fear is just the cage you're breathing.
Nothing changes if you're not bleeding."

I'm choking on these crossroads in my teeth,
But maybe I don't need a guarantee.
Every path is carved by broken hearts—
Every step is still a step into the dark.
So I'll pick a road and let it burn or heal,
Scars will teach me what the truth reveals.
No more living like I'm incomplete—
I'll spit out all these crossroads in my teeth.

I walk forward through the rising heat—
If I get lost, at least I'm moving my feet.

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My thoughts turn hostile in the quiet of my mind,
Little sparks inside the circuits I can't realign.
I feel the chemicals advancing like an army through my veins,
Every heartbeat sending warnings,
Every breath a new campaign.

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I'm fighting shadows with no faces,
I'm losing ground in empty spaces—
My own design rewrites my peace like it's a crime.

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I'm in a war I never chose,
Inside my skin the battle grows.
Signals flare and systems fail—
My mind becomes a battleground I can't derail.
Chemical warfare shaping who I am within,
I'm breaking from the storms beneath my skin.

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The static in my thoughts becomes a language I can't read,
Every echo twists to warnings, every calm turns into speed.
Synapses misfire like a weapon going rogue,
And glitches in my vision
Turn the truth into a code.

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I'm bracing for another wave,
A sabotage I can't evade—
The front line shifts but always ends where I remain.

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I'm in a war I never chose,
Inside my skin the battle grows.
Signals flare and systems fail—
My mind becomes a battleground I can't derail.
Chemical warfare shaping who I am within,
I'm breaking from the storms beneath my skin.
The fault lines spread
Through all I am—
A fragile code
I can't withstand.
But in the noise,
A pulse remains…
A quiet voice
Beyond the pain…

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I'm not the sum of every surge,
I'm not defined by every urge—
The battlefield may shift,
But I refuse to break or purge.
I'll hold the line when chaos wins,
'Cause I'm still more than what begins
Inside the storm,
Inside my skin.

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You trace the lines like they're mistakes across your skin,
Counting every faded scar you've ever been.
You wear the past like armor you can't shed,
Hiding all the colors
You keep buried in your head.

You call yourself a canvas that was ruined long ago,
But every tear and every crack
Still lets the light in when you glow.

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You only see the broken frame,
The shattered glass, the crooked name—
But every flaw is proof that you survived.

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You are flawed and beautiful,
A constellation made of scars.
Every fracture in your surface
Holds a map of who you are.
You are chipped and wonderful,
Like stained glass in the sun—
When the light pours through your damage,
You outshine everyone.

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You speak in quiet apologies for taking up the space,
As if your heart's an inconvenience time erased.
You measure worth by how invisible you feel,
But all the parts you try to hide
Are what make your story real.

You think the world just wants you polished, sharp, and clean,
But no one trusts a perfect mask
That never shows what's in between.

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You only count the missing pieces,
Never all the gentle reasons
You're still standing in the wake of every storm.

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You are flawed and beautiful,
A constellation made of scars.
Every fracture in your surface
Holds a map of who you are.
You are chipped and wonderful,
Like stained glass in the sun—
When the light pours through your damage,
You outshine everyone.

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You are not the cracks alone,
You are how you've still grown.
You are not the missing parts,
You are the beating heart.

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So let the edges show,
Let the failures glow—
All the places you were torn
Are where the wildflowers grow.
You don't have to hide
Every place you've bled,
'Cause beauty isn't flawless,
It's the life inside what's shed.

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You are flawed and beautiful,
Every bruise a burst of light.
All the seams that hold you together
Were never meant to fit just right.
You are torn and wonderful,
A song that almost fell apart—
But the notes that nearly broke you
Are the ones that made your heart.

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So when you see the damage,
Don't call it something cruel—
You're not broken—just unfinished,
And that's what makes you beautiful.

I feel the city on my shoulders when I wake,
Every promise, every secret, every ache.
I hear the quiet desperation in their calls,
Hold my breath and brace myself
To be the backbone in their walls.

I build a smile like scaffolding across my face,
Patch the cracks with jokes and "yeah, I'm doing great."
No one sees the tremor running through my hands,
They just see a place to lean,
Never where the fracture stands.

If I fall, does everything collapse?
If I speak, will someone finally ask
Who holds me up when all of this gets dark?

I'm the atlas of the heart,
Holding worlds that fall apart.
Every burden, every doubt
Draws a map across my scars.
I'm the frame that takes the strain
When their storms come crashing hard,
But who will carry what I carry
When it's breaking me in shards?

I hear their storms before I even hear my own,
Rush to patch their ceilings while my roof is being blown.
I keep my questions tucked in corners of my chest,
'Cause if I let them see my cracks,
Who will they lean on when they're stressed?

I walk on eggshell expectations every day,
Balancing their gravity with what I can't convey.
I've learned to swallow every trembling "I'm not fine,"
Just to be the kind of pillar
They can cling to when they're blind.

If I bend, will everything give way?
If I break, will someone even stay
Long enough to see my shaking arms?

I'm the atlas of the heart,
Holding worlds that fall apart.
Every burden, every doubt
Draws a map across my scars.
I'm the frame that takes the strain
When their storms come crashing hard,
But who will carry what I carry
When it's breaking me in shards?

I'm not unbreakable,
I'm just too scared to drop the world.

Strip the weight away—
Who am I without the load?
If I set it down,
Do I still have a role?
I don't know how to ask
For a hand beneath my spine,
I only know the language
Of "I'm good" and "I'll be fine."

But underneath the iron,
There's a heart that's going numb,
And every step I take alone
Feels heavier than what I've done.

I'm the atlas of the heart,
But I'm learning to depart
From the myth that I must hold
Every sky that falls apart.
I am tired, I am strained,
I am more than what I guard—
I need someone else to carry
All the weight inside my heart.

Just for once, I want to fall
And not bring down the world at all.

Another dawn breaks on my shaking hands,
Another night lost to the ticking sands.
I see the world through a pair of fragile eyes,
And I'm terrified they see the fear I hide.
There's a quiet hope that keeps my heart awake,
A gentle pull that every shadow tries to take—
But I'm still learning how to carry all this light,
Even when it burns me from the inside.

Will I be strong enough
When everything gets hard?
Can I be more than all the battles
Written in my scars?

I feel the weight of the sun
Resting softly on my shoulders—
A warmth that I would die to protect,
A fire that makes me bolder.
Even when I'm breaking,
Even when I'm coming undone,
I'll stand through the sleepless nights
'Cause the light is worth the weight of the sun.

Some days patience feels like a foreign tongue,
My breath runs out and my mind comes undone.
I stumble through the dark with shaking steps,
Praying I'm enough with whatever I have left.
But in the chaos there's a laughter that rewrites
Every doubt that's been clawing at my mind.
A brilliant spark that never seems to fade,
A reason that I rise when I feel afraid.

If I fall short tonight,
Will I learn to stand again?
If I lose myself in the struggle,
Will it teach me how to bend?

I feel the weight of the sun
Resting softly on my shoulders—
A warmth that I would die to protect,
A fire that makes me bolder.
Even when I'm breaking,
Even when I'm coming undone,
I'll stand through the sleepless nights
'Cause the light is worth the weight of the sun.

When the shadows whisper,
"You will fail again,"
I hear a brighter echo
Burning through the wind.
A tiny voice reminding me
What strength is meant to be—
Not perfection,
Just the courage
To rise endlessly.

I feel the weight of the sun
And it's teaching me to grow—
Its warmth reshapes the broken parts
I never meant to show.
Even when I'm shaking,
Even when I feel undone,
I'll fight through every sleepless night
'Cause the light is worth the weight—
Worth every breath I take—
Worth the cracks that make
Me strong enough
To carry the sun.

I'll keep walking through the fire,
'Cause the warmth is all I need.

I found a photograph I barely recognize,
A stranger with my eyes,
Standing in a softer light.
I hear a distant laugh that doesn't sound like mine,
Like someone I misplaced
Somewhere back along the line.

I've worn so many faces just to make it through the day,
Now I'm not sure which of them
Was ever really mine to claim.

Did I leave myself behind
In all the noise I let inside?
Or am I buried underneath
The roles I learned to hide?

I hear echoes of who I was,
Fading down these empty halls.
Shadows on the painted walls
Calling out my name.
I reach out but I can't quite touch
All the lives I've given up—
Trying to remember
Who I was before I changed.

I speak in borrowed words I've heard a thousand times,
Reflections of the world
Etched across my crooked lines.
I chase familiar ghosts in places I outgrew,
Looking for a version
Who could tell me what is true.

I scroll through all the memories like channels in my head,
Every one a different me
Playing parts I once portrayed.

Did I trade myself away
Just to keep the world at bay?
Or did I slowly disappear
In everything I gave?

I hear echoes of who I was,
Fading down these empty halls.
Shadows on the painted walls
Calling out my name.
I reach out but I can't quite touch
All the lives I've given up—
Trying to remember
Who I was before I changed.

Was I brighter, was I braver,
Was I softer, was I stranger?
Would I know me if I met me
Somewhere out of all this danger?

If I peel away the armor
And the person they expect,
Will there be a pulse beneath
Or just another silhouette?
If I stand here in the silence
With the past in open hands,
Can I stitch the scattered pieces
Back into a single man?

I hear echoes of who I was,
Growing louder in the dark.
Footsteps finding where I lost
The outlines of my heart.
I reach out and I feel a touch—
Not a ghost, but something rough:
All the versions I've abandoned
Falling back into enough.

I'm still learning how to trust
There's a me beneath the dust—
In the echoes,
I hear us.

There's a low growl in the quiet when I'm lying in the dark,
Footsteps in my ribcage, teeth around my heart.
Every instinct that I buried starts to circle me again,
All the parts I tried to tame
Pacing cages made of skin.

I was raised to fear the hunger
Clawing underneath my bones,
So I learned to lock the door
And call the wild in me a ghost.

But every time I turn away,
I feel them closer every day—
The more I run, the more they chase me down.

There are wolves beneath my skin,
Howling in the places I have never let them in.
I spent a lifetime trying not to let them win,
But maybe they're not enemies,
Just pieces I've kept caged within.
I don't need to kill the wolves to finally breathe,
I need to learn which ones can run with me.

I see their eyes in every impulse that I try to suffocate,
Every flash of rage or longing I was taught to call a shame.
I wear a gentle mask to keep the world from seeing claws,
But the more I fake the calm,
The deeper that the fever gnaws.

I called my fear "morality" and labeled hunger "wrong,"
But starving every part of me
Just made the howling strong.

If I keep pretending they're not there,
They'll only tear me from within—
I'm out of ways to hide what I've always been.

There are wolves beneath my skin,
Howling in the places I have never let them in.
I spent a lifetime trying not to let them win,
But maybe they're not enemies,
Just pieces I've kept caged within.
I don't need to kill the wolves to finally breathe,
I need to learn which ones can run with me.

What if the teeth were just my boundaries,
The claws were how I climb,
The growl a warning that I'm crossing
My own fragile lines?
What if the wild I keep on leashing,
Terrified I'll lose control,
Is just the part of me that's strong enough
To carry all this weight I hold?

So I'll walk into the forest
Where their shadows blend with mine,
Let them circle, let them whisper,
Let them teach me how to rise.
I won't drown them in the silence,
I won't name them only sin—
I'll learn the language of the wolves
That live beneath my skin.

Not tamed, not gone,
Just finally let in.

Awaken now, I'll weave a tale I never dared to share before

In shadows of the desert night, in the core of the unseen
Two figures rise, Percival Licklonger's shadowed grace
And honorable Bunskin Grundlesweat's haunting chase
Together weaving through the darkened haze

In the twilight, they stepped high, like whispers on the breeze
Their movements, surreal dances, haunted caprice

Percival Licklonger, a tamer of beasts and a phantom of the night
Riding through the ephemeral light's faint sight
While Bunskin Grundlesweat wielded blade and timber, crafting the unseen
In a realm where silence reigns over the obscene

A vision of defiance, boldness in the fading light
Their echoes, piercing souls in the quiet of the night

Don't turn away, they transcend all you've ever known
Awaken, feel their presence in your very bones

Ascending, bare-spirited, defying gravity's call
On pedestals of air, fragile yet so unfalling
They challenge the bounds of reason, reality's fray
With Bunskin's voice echoing, commanding the night to play
Percy's shattered existence consuming the unreal
Fires igniting in the desolate appeal

Eclipsed by the industrial whisper, they breathe the screams
As they expose the night's weary sighs
Revelations dancing in the shadow of the dying sun
Awaken, only then will you truly behold them undone

Frozen sky… breathing silver
Footsteps echo from a world grown still
Runes burn faint in the folds of my mantle
Calling me closer… against my will

White winds carve their warnings
Like claws across the night
A sage walks tired and weathered
Through an endless sheet of light

Icicles whisper riddles
Gathering on my brow
The storm bends low to break me—
But I will not bow

A lantern glows in the distance
A promise through the cold
A place where warmth is rumored…
A name the bards once told

Rodeo Goat—where the fire won't die
Where the storm breaks down at the door tonight
Where a troll guards secrets beneath his scarred old coat
And fate unfolds… inside the Rodeo Goat

He sat there carved from granite
Eyes ember-bright with age
A troll whose silence thundered
Like storms across a page

He growled, "You brave the winter?"
I answered, "I brave worse."
A cracked smile split the shadows—
A friendship born from curse

He poured a drink like ritual
He spoke of winds that freeze the soul
Said, "Every traveler's battle
Gets lighter when shared with a troll."

Rodeo Goat—where the storm can't reach
Where the frost melts down into ember heat
Where unlikely hearts learn truths the cold wrote
Wizard and troll… inside the Rodeo Goat

Piano fractures into broken glass
Synths swirl like snow devils rising fast
He said, "Storms test power… storms test pride…"
"But even sages need somewhere to hide."

Guitars crash in—
A blizzard of sound—
We stand as brothers
While the ice comes down

Rodeo Goat—let the thunder roar
We'll outlast every winter at its core
Two shadows laughing as the wild winds gloat
Magic and might—inside the Rodeo Goat

Rodeo Goat—where the story begins
A wizard finds shelter, a troll finds a friend
Raise a glass to the storm we both outwrote
Bound by the cold… and the Rodeo Goat

Storm fades… warmth remains
In the glow of unlikely kin
A sage and a troll,
And the night we let each other in