I know there's more to living,
'cos I remember the good ole days.
I see friends enjoying life,
without my general malaise.
My reserve of get up and go,
long since got up and went.
Dropping pennies into wells
but all the wishes are spent.
A drip drip effect
eroding the essence of me.
The overwhelming feeling
is one of melancholy.
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And it's just one of those nights. Where your mind is as cloudy as the night sky. And your thoughts are louder than your mouth. Where there's too many emotions running through your veins.
It seems like trouble is brewing, which always makes me frown. When shadows engulf our minds and throw away our crowns. When something happens, it fills everyone with rage.
Why is it that my silence, Screams a scream only I can hear. My voice a distant memory, Still shouting in my ear. Why is it that i speak, In thoughts and to myself alone.
Their voices join in perfect chorus Smiles perfect, flawless skin Sad, sad eyes and fast, neat moves My home, my home in your voice.
Beat back these colors from my sight. I care to see them not. Yet vibrant hues of stubborn spring. remain. Spring's song my soul forgot. Beat back these colors from my sight. Discordant to my eye.
Hours are swallowed, listless Weightless waves of soft nothingness Sleepy hanging bulb, dimming Images begin to drop, with your lids Lashes stick together, pressing contact Like dry leaves to your...
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...
Hiding. In. The. Shadows deep. Barely on the ground. Living. In. My. Own world. No one else around. Taking. Over. In. And. Out I begin to zone. Want. You. All. Just please. Leave me alone. All. Alone.
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