Tag: half truths
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Broken Thoughts…
Gunshots in the distanceAnother life robbed of its innocencePlagued by those around meFear that maybe were too similarFor existenceSaid you’d exist but did we everBleeding thoughts from your mindSymptoms so familiarAs if I read it off the back of a piece of paper Stuck somewhere in between here and there……
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Broken Thoughts…
The signs were there all alongLighting the way for the climaxIlluminating the inevitable fallWho does this to them, to ourselvesStatistically speaking one and the sameReality couldn’t be any further apartLooked so good on paperIt had to work at least onceWhat could all this really meanTo someone who doesn’t careI gave…
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Broken Thoughts…
The chambers of the heartKeep pumping bloodEven if there is no will to go onPatience but for whatA long waiting game for nothing at allI carved one outOnly to give one upNothing feels natural anymoreA made up actI call loveDoesn’t matter anymore where it comes fromIf only my thoughts could…
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Broken Thoughts…
My hands are callus and soaked in bloodQuitting isn’t what it used to beWalking away isn’t a train of thoughtIt’s an action that weighs more than itselfThe words so heavyThey don’t come out rightNothing comes out right anymoreEach thought is loaded with regretForced out by a will to keep goingGod…
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Something Different…
Together Until the End The thoughts like suicide lose meaningIf done more than twiceUnable to find meaning in what’s been saidNever look back, keep plowing aheadNone of this will matter when we are all deadNuclear holocaust, burning until there is no resolveWhoever said the cold war had ended is dead…
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Something Different…
Not Much Left To Say Dress all in black to match my shadowFit into my skin, stretched out and hollowWash away my sinsWhen there’s no way left to winBleeding myself dry to existSo tired of throwing the same old fitMost days wish I did not existSuicide is pointless when no one gives…
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Something Different… More Of The Same…
Breakdown Working towards somethingPushing myself to the edgeThe brink of everything that’s realThe point at which I am deadKeeps digging, the mind wants moreKeep reliving, the memories I deserveStains on broken glassVisions left without wordsBring to life everything that I fearBring the innocent to their kneesBeg for forgiveness though no…
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Something Different…
Laughing In the Face of Darkness There is a story I’m always trying to tellIt doesn’t have a beginning, middle, but it does have an endIt is long, some might say endlessA story I can never seem to get straightGive it all I got, in the end, it never makes any senseWish…
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Postscript of the Unimaginative…
After a while life just starts to feel like a prison. You work your ass off in hopes to get back time lost with good behavior, but it is useless. Things will never be like how they were. Things will never be how it was when we were young. Life…
Chewing On Glass... 