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i took the end part of 'the night mare' and focused on the imagery in the end, slowing it down and zooming in to the specifics of that scene in my bed..
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the sky is pink at 11:56 pm, the time i was born.
the walk from car to door seems eternal, each step a lifetime of man.
swiftly..
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feeling nostalgic...
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badoom, badoom.
i feel my heart, feel my chest convulse,
beating out the drumbeat of my life
background music, my soundtrack
this heaving mass of ..
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(cringe)
a blast of pain
cousing through my brain
my eyes close
as i try to concentrate
theres a thorny whirlwind
ripping holes in my memory
th..
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I was the war, the conflict, the triumph
I was in every action they made
Every shot, every stumble, every fall,
I was the dust beneath their feet
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To exist, or not exist, that is the mind’s greatest conflict.
Is it better to live through strife,
To suffer attacks body and soul,
Or to fig..
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volume up, over ears, close eyes.
the world falls away with the first note
lifting me from gravity’s hold,
takes me spinning above the roofto..
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fill me. fill me from head to toe,
fill my thoughts with your consciousness,
fill me with thoughts, any thoughts,
pour yourself into my skull
gush..
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i am the only one,
the only one in the world aware of time
time that i grasped for a blink of space
before it trickled through my fingers, lost for..
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