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What does it matter to you? My screams mean nothing to you. Clawing, scratching, scrambling for something, anything to cling to. ****** fingers and blind eyes; no one else can hear these cries. My mind: shattered, broken, defeated, smeared on the floor for all to see. The only voice I hear in the dark - my Demon with his painful remarks. Words ring off the walls; he speaks velvet Lies into my ears for weeks. Humanely malicious; he tears my mind asunder. Lusciously venomous; he drags my broken body under. There is no cure, no escape; he is my twisted fate. When I am vulnerable, he crawls to my side. There is no one to tell me otherwise. So what does it matter to you? My screams never meant anything to you.
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Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
The Demon In My Head
What does it matter to you? My screams mean nothing to you. Clawing, scratching, scrambling for something, anything to cling to. ****** fingers and blind eyes; no one else can hear these cries. My mind: shattered, broken, defeated, smeared on the floor for all to see. The only voice I hear in the dark - my Demon with his painful remarks. Words ring off the walls; he speaks velvet Lies into my ears for weeks. Humanely malicious; he tears my mind asunder. Lusciously venomous; he drags my broken body under. There is no cure, no escape; he is my twisted fate. When I am vulnerable, he crawls to my side. There is no one to tell me otherwise. So what does it matter to you? My screams never meant anything to you.
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amaya-k-lilium
Jun 23, 2010
Jun 23, 2010 at 11:01 AM UTC
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