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screaming at empty walls.
i guess this is what happens when strange voices call.
dig, bury me in my own words.
for they are empty. count on me to fall short.
why cant I just fly away. come back another day.
i am sick, only cure could be a light dose of cyanide
just enough to kill my pride. Should I drink bleach.
Impeach the imposter inside my mind. Until I go blind.
Maybe then ill have a clear head. AND EVERYTHING WILL BE FINE.
I cannot seem to find a way to get me out of me.
Irony that words have the same letters and syllables as a sword.
They can be sharp. Cunning and used to kill for a thrill.
hearts with false starts. Motives and impulse actions.
Love is a battlefield. Civil war happens inside both factions.
Eye fighting I. visions of things that may never come.
creating a warpath. wakes of flames and smoke.
hoping certain people choke.
on words once spoken.
forget the name. I am ghost.
not really sure what to speak.
So ill make a toast in hope for better days.
I wont stand for this weak. shit.
Too many shitty assumptions.
shitty people with some shitty dysfunctions.
Im trying to rebuild my mind but misplaced the fucking instructions.
shit. mother fucking shit fuck. a slut and her succubus seduction
Please pardon my shitty interruptions.
but a fucking outburst was well needed.
Or a single fuck for that matter. But it really doesnt matter.
needless to say I am weeding out the needles
and people proclaimed to evils
that weavle thoughts inside my head.
Uncertainty comes best dressed in bullshit
pardon my french but words are spewing I can no longer hold shit.