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Oct 2012 · 754
Soulitude
I wasn't born and raised,
I was spawned from hate.
I spend all my days,
In this sick morbid state,
and my distorted brain just can't coordinate...

Cause I have recurring painful nightmares everytime I close my eyes,
In my own hellish inferno yet it feels cold as ice.
Cause of my broken mind,
and easily
I seem to be
Always alone inside...

Living with depression every step that I takes a battleground,
With the voices in my head always trying to talk me down.
and my mind seems mentally
Unhealthy
With the demons i got inside o' me,
I should go to church to get the excerising i need...

Just trying not to drown in the lifestream...

I spend every day,
feeling like a castaway.
Hoping I stay afloat in my very own brainwaves...

Now painstakingly,
I stay inbetween,
The sound barrier so you cant hear me scream,
and i don't need any one of you to intervene...

With the problems that I need to get my mind through,
Paranoia, self doubting,
People shouting,
"It's behind you"
Like its some sort of pantomime,
Lifes not a beach they're just the sands of time,
Trying to see the truth and yet i'm standing blind...

All i feel is pane but its the window that im searching for,
Though it'll shatter all the same, i'm just waiting for the curtain call...
Semi-draft. just want to see what people think for now.
Apr 2011 · 593
True Love
I stand atop, the stars shine bright.
I cry, into the dead moonlight.
knowin this is, the end of days.
I long my eyes, to meet your gaze.
But nothing i say, will change your mind.
Longing to hold you one last time.
I realise this is goodbye...
Wiping the teardrops from my eyes...

I gaze into the cold black sky...
and whisper...

True love, never dies...

— The End —