This dream I’ve lived a thousand times,
Thoughts feel as though they're crimes.
Demons of the past trapped within my head,
Perhaps I am better off dead.
Seems to be no escape from this prison,
Though the window has a nice view.
Constructed within my tormented vision,
Maybe I can find the key to get through.
The only reason I don’t **** myself,
Is the will to live forever.
The disease will be one day be dispelled,
I will be my own successor.
Originally posted: http://melancholy.website/post/118738352540/escape-revised
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
This dream I’ve lived a thousand times,
Thoughts feel as though they're crimes.
Demons of the past trapped within my head,
Perhaps I am better off dead.
Seems to be no escape from this prison,
Though the window has a nice view.
Constructed within my tormented vision,
Maybe I can find the key to get through.
The only reason I don’t **** myself,
Is the will to live forever.
The disease will be one day be dispelled,
I will be my own successor.
Originally posted: http://melancholy.website/post/118738352540/escape-revised
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