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What is reality? Is it in the sky? The whistling wind? The whispering trees? Or is it the voices that speak to me? Ever so softly in the dead silence of the night Dancing in the wind Swaying to the silent music Sweet voices sharing knowledge and helpful suggestions Dreaming of a world where no harm is done Wake up With each passing second the soothing voices grow louder Suggestions become questionably dangerous Hinting on what they want to be done What they want to finish Walking backwards Crooked head Wide open eyes Listening to the echoing silence waiting for the next word Aggressive commands Yelling and screaming Bouncing off the cranium walls Shrieking what they demand to be taken care of Won't stop.... Won't stop WONT STOP Won'tstopwon'tstopwon'tstop Circling and over lapping they continue Chaotic noise fills the overwhelming silence that is reality Too far gone Pathetic attempts to cease the faceless demons Run Hit Scratch Scream One way out: Do what we say... Think what we think... WE are your reality now.
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Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
We Are Your Reality Now
What is reality? Is it in the sky? The whistling wind? The whispering trees? Or is it the voices that speak to me? Ever so softly in the dead silence of the night Dancing in the wind Swaying to the silent music Sweet voices sharing knowledge and helpful suggestions Dreaming of a world where no harm is done Wake up With each passing second the soothing voices grow louder Suggestions become questionably dangerous Hinting on what they want to be done What they want to finish Walking backwards Crooked head Wide open eyes Listening to the echoing silence waiting for the next word Aggressive commands Yelling and screaming Bouncing off the cranium walls Shrieking what they demand to be taken care of Won't stop.... Won't stop WONT STOP Won'tstopwon'tstopwon'tstop Circling and over lapping they continue Chaotic noise fills the overwhelming silence that is reality Too far gone Pathetic attempts to cease the faceless demons Run Hit Scratch Scream One way out: Do what we say... Think what we think... WE are your reality now.
amy-john
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amy-john
Australian
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
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