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My ghost haunts me, it reflects all that could be. Remnants of a wasted life lie beyond the wilting tree.I feel the hatred, it comes in waves of three..
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There’s something in the way. Underneath all these shades of gray.Where I’m alone and wishing to stay.Thrown away, I’ve become the p..
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All we know is all we are.All we want will leave a scar.Fading dolls and dimming stars.Needles seeking and deserts bleeding.Everything is but a blur, ..
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Wish I was anybody else.Hiding behind this mask of self-affliction. I’m addicted to this sickness, another victim of the prescription.Inside thi..
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They’re breathing bullets, leaking red. But it’s all in your head. The faces are cracking.The voices are attacking.Cries deafen, begging f..
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The animal softly creeps under the light of the blood-soaked crescent.It slaughters the innocent sheep while asking the age old question. Why? A lurki..
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The blade reflects all of my sins. Beneath the rotting skin, lies what could've been.Vermilion seeps through, earning a grin.I pulled the pin long bef..
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Inspired by 'The Sound of Silence' by Simon & Garfunkel.
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We all try to fly with our paper wings.We all fall and feel the sting.Our lives unravel like a string.We don’t know why, we just search for the ..
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Hush now child don’t fear us, there’s no need. We’re only here to make you bleed, to make you plead. To make your screams silent. H..
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