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It’s tragic enough, to not know how mad you have become now. In that deep, deranged pit. Believed the lies that your voices told, clouded the mind with their truths and convinced you were allies. In that deep, dusky abandoned hole. You are trapped then, and trapped now with only wavering promises and sickly vow that the voices said, they will come not long enough. In that deep, filthy quiet trench. I waited for the voices to come for us, find us I yell until I cannot find the gas that this lungs need. We waited, so soon. In that deep, lonely cave. We are alone, I am alone for myself with conjuring deceit we fend for oneself. ashes, only ashes could reborn another. In that deep, agonizing nightmare of show. Followed by the screams that I never thought would come in this place ever. they will sing their hymns of remnants. In that deep, unreachable plain hollow.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Have I Gone
It’s tragic enough, to not know how mad you have become now. In that deep, deranged pit. Believed the lies that your voices told, clouded the mind with their truths and convinced you were allies. In that deep, dusky abandoned hole. You are trapped then, and trapped now with only wavering promises and sickly vow that the voices said, they will come not long enough. In that deep, filthy quiet trench. I waited for the voices to come for us, find us I yell until I cannot find the gas that this lungs need. We waited, so soon. In that deep, lonely cave. We are alone, I am alone for myself with conjuring deceit we fend for oneself. ashes, only ashes could reborn another. In that deep, agonizing nightmare of show. Followed by the screams that I never thought would come in this place ever. they will sing their hymns of remnants. In that deep, unreachable plain hollow.
sean-pobeda
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
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