seems i'm getting out of control . feels like i'm running out of soul . i'm seeing lights . so i speaking right and breathing life . i predicted all my recent plights . i'm exhausted . trying to fall asleep . i'm lost inside my recent fight . it burdens on my shoulder, now . burning all my motors down . inspiration drying up . motivation slowing down . tired of all wardrobe changing . playing all these different spirits . living off these separate souls . point of life is getting hollow . can't wait for the exit hole . give me room to entry wound . let me in or let me go .

Mar 5, 2011

Silent tears


Silent Tears
in the middle of the pitch black night
Private Battles
in the dark corners of my shallow mind
Blood Stains
on the clean white tile floor
Silver Blades
cutting deep red lines into the skin I abhor
Hidden Scars
a long sleeve and cunning guile
Noone Noticing
the magic of a funny story and a smile.
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