Tag: Micro
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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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Broken Thoughts… Break The Silence…
Somewhere in the darknessJust before the lightLies something so darkIt hides in plain sightWorlds live and breatheA price to payA debt so lowWhat could come from thisIf nothing at allWatch the sky as it burnsEven on the darkest nightsStill can see the bloodWho does it bleed forIf not for you…
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Broken Thoughts… Begging Me To Stay…
The skin bleeds as the knife digs deeperMy skin spreads open revealing boneThe skin peels back as I pullMy skin lies in a pile on the floorThe skin is a metaphor for something I don’t knowMy skin is missing but I am wholeWho I’ve always beenA separation between skin and…
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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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Broken Thoughts…
I wrote the novelNow I just have to write the storyIf you stop to think about itI know you’d never do itThe meaning loses effortAs soon as we stop to realizeWhat it means Something starting to smell real weird… should have buried the bodies… What am I doing here?Wasting time…
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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… For All The Wrong Reasons…
Nothing good has ever come of thisThe truth in lies is full of shitI think I have all the answersLocked away inside my headIn reality I have nothing and I’m fine with itIgnorance truly is blissSo are lies you can’t resist “I want to jerk off onto the sores of…
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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
Chewing On Glass... 