Visions

Falling behind in the shadows of my own self worth.

Being pulled in each direction of decsion.

Being chased by ever force known to the mind.

Heart twitches like that of a humingbirds wings.

Eyes wide open with the fear of isolated souls.

Visions of untainted blood whirling through the nights skies. Voices of tortue and agony forcing it's way into my mind. Stillness...forever


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