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I can hear that voice again, some say its in my mind. So many questions, but the answers are so hard to find. Whispers through my brain again, its making me feel weak.
I sit here, Null Void Empty Like a vase with no flowers Like a lamp with no bulb Wish I could hold onto that which makes me feel, complete, That which makes me feel happy and bold I lay here, A...
I'm lying awake. Screaming in pain. The demon inside. Drives me insane. I'm hearing it's voice. All husky and deep. I'm losing my soul. It wants me to keep. I'm begging this beast. To let me be free.
In isolation Silence..... Looking to myself to find a way Began to vary and sway. As the mind is lost In.... Confusion Constant hunger to strive.
They say I'm lazy, What a shame, But I'm really not the one to blame, It's my brain, It says don't move, It's say don't ever pick up your room, It says take it slow, You wouldn't want to stub your...
I love you but it doesn't seem to be enough. You have my heart pressed between your palms; you either squeeze too hard and stop my blood or let it slip from your weakened grasp.
Lock the door. Can't take it anymore. I'll sit here alone. And admire the stone. Watch sunshine creep in. Mind drifts, yelling begins. I'm not for it. I'll stay away and never quit. Being Separate..
#household@suzzeeq. Sometimes we. have a thought. of something. so terrible. That's often. unshakeable. Or something. lustfully dark. Maybe a thought. that could. destroy others. Bringing torment.
Don't look for me I am not there But I'm floating On the air I'm whisper, rumour Deja Vu And while it's false It's also true I'm the ghost In your machine Sometimes dirty Sometimes clean The feeling...
Matrices A 2 by 3. Express in terms of pi Density of the block Anaphylactic shock. I think I'm going to die. y=mx +c, I can't get It into my thick head. Differentiate Only to intergrate.
They say in end, We won't have to pretend, That pictures fade away, Leaving only empty frames to stay.
Get out of my head and give me some rest Though it's clear your phantom doesn't get distress You crouch in the darkest nook in my mind Ready to pounce to creep up behind Put the knife to my throat...
Insomnia how you plague me, Visiting only so late, I have no desire for your dull numbing power When consciousness is a permanent state.
I'm sorry that today I never did post, I'm not just writing this on the spot to boast. All I did today was complete my school work, Thank gosh the day is ending as I nearly went berserk.
I can't sleep. To many things on my mind. Eating away at my sanity. Threatening my very self with illusions of what could be. Illusions of other things that no one ever thinks about. Too many things.
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time Hand grenade pins in every line Throw 'em up and let something shine Going out of my fucking mind Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this...
I see the store ahead, I'm nearly close to Town. But here comes the swam of demons trying to drag me down.