Tag: flash
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Chasing The Demon Into The Night…
Think About It Even if it’s notWhat would be the pointOf fighting if the outcomeIs the same as beforeWhat is life worth if it is worthlessConfused, I don’t get the point eitherPassive aggressive I supposeMy mind feels sickInfected with thoughtsThat need no answersBut I ask the questions anywayFuck offIs that…
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Because Everything Can’t Be So Serious… Or Can It?…
Might be leaving here with very little battery lifeBut I don’t careAll in my head if you ask meNot truly dead until five percentAnd even thenBringing all the hurt one could ever needA sinkhole made of shit, more like quicksandBut who’s asking meNo one ever did so maybe that’s why…
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Calling Me Home… Calling Me…
If I Only Knew Panic attacks are the only way I can feelMy own heartbeat as it beats through my chestI’m so lost I don’t exist anymoreThe feelings I once had I don’t haveAnymoreI see myselfSickening, sickly, sickI see myself slipping down further than I ever thoughtA deep dark hole…
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“I See The Game… And It Sees Me”…
Desperately Trying To Hold On, For You Thought about the thoughtsThat make us human after allThought about the thoughtsThat don’t matter at allThought maybe then I thoughtAbout it allAll these thoughts I thoughtAs I waited for the fall We tell ourselves it mattersWe push for resultsBut in the end as…
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Broken Thoughts…
Always standing and watchingParticipation is only an optionWaiting through the darknessCopying, pasting thoughts and ideasMy thoughts have never beenMine and mine alone Generations of bending and shaping… Walking this as slow as I canThe rush to die wasted on the youthThoughts of immortality disappear with every yearTo be trapped in…
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This Is All…
With scars so deep it’s amazing I can even sleep… The dark moments they passBehind closed doorsBehind closed eyesStanding in plain sightThis too will pass
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Broken Thoughts…
The blood cascades down the wallYou know you are homeWhen everything is comfortableBones line the edges of the roomYou know you are homeWhen everything seems fineSkin drapes the furnitureYou know you are homeWhen everything is normal Scars scratched deep across their faces… Tangled up in all your razor wireThink about…
Chewing On Glass... 