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alone I crumbe in a timeless stumble
I fall into today or tommorrow
wondering when I will ever sit down agian. hoping to my self this will be the end
The end of running from simple things that seem to eat me.
things that just drive me from sanity in my sleeep. The drugs they help to an extent
sometimes they magnify my demons and project them to be on a larger scale
Holding the walls becuase I feel as if the house will fall. silient alone.
striuggle kicks in the world is spinning as I am sinning
Its untangable and I feel so notious when i sit alone in the dark
as I see nights turns to days and I seem to enjoy the pitch black
it projects my feelings more as I fall to the floor clutching my fists
not much left of me anymore I do good for a bit then I come back to this spot
unsteady and I am regretting to say I may have put myself on the spot
Beauty fades and facades as I am alone in a trance dream longing for longevity in a supreme being
or feeling or significant other the seduction and hollow emotions of lust and love
I get the two mixed up as I scatter my thoughts and pick myself up
delirium redundant words that show no power or progression
run on the page like spilled blood as I see my own red hands desire things that should be untouched
no remedy for lust but death and untrust is a loathing simple coping skills I have none in this area
Brittle and mosaic maybe problematic can be broken and unspoken speak is lust and lust to speak
I crumble at my own feet deep words I dont mean and cant take back
leading on others with no remorse I am a creature from some place down under
demon and it shows in my eyes they glow red in the night
evil whispers through the air as I take flight on drugs and devour things people cant comprehend
I am a shadow I am the night. a demon. a ghost. I project my fears and thoughts on my pages
hoping someone may comprehend and put me under save me from prolonged self torture