Volume One







Cheap imitations

Broken Imaginations


everything seems to be falling apart

even from the beginning, even from the start

cutting straight through to the heart

just when I believe everything is fine

I find myself walking on that vary thin line


Empty thoughts

twisting and turning leaving me in knots

trying to hold onto what's left

even if that means using my last breath


my mind wanders

leaving the pain to follow

my thoughts so hallow

the pain begins to show

everything trapped below

my emotions out of control

my reactions slowing


a wasted life

broken like a rusty knife


No where left to run, no where left to hide

Nothing left but the darkness







Author's Notes/Comments: 

(Updated; From Psycho- Confessions)

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