

All in my headAs I lie here in the dark, it's not the blindness i fear, it's not the solitude i feel, it's not the goblins creeping by. As i lie here in the dark, it's my mind i fear the most. It's my mind that brings the tears.All in my head
My free wandering mind, is what starts a cold sweat. Roaming the crevices and corners, searching endlessly. Feasting on the past, hunting for the future. Half-forgotten dreams, and unwanted memories are never safe, from the lurking beast that lies withen.
Thoughts of life, thoughts of death, thoughts of love, thoughts of hate. My mind finds them all, ty
Vincent

Losing controlEash day my life passes by a little more.Losing control
I'm slowly dying from the inside.
A part of me is missing and can't be found.
But what that thing is, I still dont know.
Its seems my life is out of my hands.
I'm spinning out of control.
Even during my happiest times.
A shadow still lurks in the back of my mind.
I try to hide it so you don't see.
Just dont look too close.
And dont ask why.


Hide my tearsRain coming down in pounding sheets. Drowning out my sobs.Hide my tears
Walking straight forward. Letting my hood fall down.
My mind is hazed. The drops hide my tears.
Eyes straight forward. No destination in sight.
Going no where in particular. I keep walking forward.
Not sure what im doing. Not sure why.
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Whats a boy to do with a guy like him ?
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God help the outcasts
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It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends,
When I try to face it when I wake up I hate the way reality sets in.
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God help the outcasts
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It's like I'm running in slow motion in a nightmare that never ends,
When I try to face it when I wake up I hate the way reality sets in.
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God help the outcasts
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love is anterior to life,
posterior to death
initial of creation, and
the exponent of breath
~Emily Dickinson
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