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Brian Ross Nov 2012
The thoughts in my head.
Visions I dread and monsters under my bed.
The things I see cloud what I could be.
I can't run.
I can't hide.
Suffocating in my mind.
Ideas I amuse and temptations I abuse.
I'm stuck in this dream.
But so are you.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
If I had a tongue I would speak
And If I had eyes I'd seek.
And If I was able to lounge.
I would no longer have to scrounge.
I'll stay around, until the day I can honestly say that you don't hurt me anymore.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
What I'm trying to fine will free me from a bind.
And my gears will still grind even if I go blind.
I will stop with my stride only after I'v died.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Buzzing like a bee.
This alcohol causes me to flee.
Clears all that I can see.
All that I could be.
And I'm know longer in need.
I don't mind what you choose
I'll just sip on my *****.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Another passive aggressive jab at my throat.
And babe, I'll try not to choke.
Because without you..
Life would be a joke.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
Damage a broken man who's unarmed.
Once again, I will not walk away unharmed.
Don't worry babe.
Don't be alarmed.
Brian Ross Oct 2012
All day I'll try not to keep dreaming.
I stare at you without blinking.
You're indecisiveness really got me thinking.
Maybe it's time I stop drinking.
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