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An emotionless pit of skin and bones
   Sunken eyes and pupils made of stones
She can't hear the judgement or grief
       Silently she sits with stares of disbelief
    She can't understand what she feels
         or say what she thinks
    Illiterate emotionally, unstable and drained of dignity
       Sleeps so sound she can't even hear her dreams
             Life continuously surrounds her yet can't seem to slow down
       She can't remember where the last place her sanity was found
           Dug herself into the ground just struggling to breathe
        Too lost in her mind to find the time to grieve
           An empty shell of the soul that she used to be
       And no one will be on the other side
                     *waiting...
I woke up a villian from my worst nightmare
Too scared to defend those that really matter
Seeing the heroes of the story
And watching all their dreams shatter
Weaponless against the clock
That just keeps ticking
If time is all that really matters
Then why am I still breathing?
I can't control the emotionless toll it takes on my mind
I'll never be brave enough to try and turn back time
It ticks a little faster whenever I'm running late
And slows down completely when I try to test fate
On a date with the mastermind behind all my evil plans
He's death incarnate but still proud of my artistic scams
And yet I find myself feeling ashamed of who I am
Smoking through the lightning storm
Fading slowly, safe and warm
Steady getting higher than the clouds
Reaching peaks my dreams never allowed
Unaware of the demons trying to force me underground
Angels lift me, fighting the rocks trying to pull me down
Settling within my own mind, attempting to discover my own truth
Lying to myself, unaware that my nightmares contain the proof
Suddenly falling through an unmistakable mist
Feeling lower than the ground I finally kissed
 Jun 2016 Phia
GreyJunebug
I did not know that I would end up here.
Here where the hummingbird does not sing.
Here where people do not smile.
Here where people come to when they are lost.
Here where the crystal blue ocean, that I long to see, has turned red velvet.
Here where no one sleeps.
Here where the forgotten ones come to be remembered by the dead.
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