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Deaths Den
friends are fading, turn to dust
death is waiting, duisguising lust
death shall claim me, though i know not when
something tells me, i'm in his den
because all around me, i sense decay
within myself, a little more every day
stolen moments, oh so fleeting
no chance to win, no hope of defeating
the blackened lump that is my heart
you tore it out, and ripped it apart
you did it once, and plan to do it again
but you can't rip it out this time i've washed away the stain
but the scar remains, i have no heart to crush
only a charred reminder of a teenage brush
a brush with love, flirting with pain
indulging in excess, losing my brain
living in lies, and hoping to lose
the will to live, because it's my choice to choose
which path i go, to walk soft or tread hard
to live fast and die young, or live long and die scarred
any path i choose it seems someone gets hurt......
a face gets pushed down, rubbed into the dirt
the smile wipped from it, the grin no longer broad
the emotions are forfiet, proven a fraud
my brain runs in circles, it confounds and confuses
but anyway i look, my brain just refuses
to see the good side, looking for bad
slef loathing abounds, and that only seems to add
to the mounds of problems, none with solutions
my mind loves the dark side, the noise and pollution
it brings me down a tier or two, for no reason at all
sometimes it brings me down for no other reason but to fall
i'm a mess, and i know it, but others can't tell
they think i'm slow, and funny as hell
they don't understand all the problems within
and if they did......maybe they'd know just how thin
is the line that devides sane from crazy
and maybe i've crossed that line, because everything is hazy
one second i'm fine, smiling and having a laugh
the next i'm shot down, unable to graph
the downward spiral, the plunge from the clouds
to the depths of purgatory, the darkness enshrouds
my mind and heart (what's left of them now)
i can't find the will to go on with this......
