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I don't know, If it's the sleep deprivation, But I find that I, Keep on contemplating, I've had many conversations With this reflective homosapien Who keeps berating me Well I hate him the souless satan. I stare into his eyes, Everyday, I try to compromise: Just let me have a couple of hours Where everything is fine! I'm getting tired of his face, Twisted ball of twisted hate, But I close my eyes He disappears! Turn around quick before there are whispers in your ears! When the sun warms, And its the break of day, The clock barely breaks a smile Before he starts to chip away. I should of learnt my lesson But still I'm second guessing, I say to myself "I do my best!" But my hopeful thoughts are deafened. I start to go and stumble, Onto my humble abode, Even though its just me, I'm truly never on my own. I creak on through the hall, But restroom; I do not stop. I try to avoid any shine Because I know that is his home. He's everywhere, Staring at me in every room! Compact disk, photo frames And even through the back of this rusty spoon. So I just don't bother, I slip under the cover, Sweet, blissful sleep I cannot commandeer, Because he's always here, Chipping away with whispers in my ear.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
Whispers
I don't know, If it's the sleep deprivation, But I find that I, Keep on contemplating, I've had many conversations With this reflective homosapien Who keeps berating me Well I hate him the souless satan. I stare into his eyes, Everyday, I try to compromise: Just let me have a couple of hours Where everything is fine! I'm getting tired of his face, Twisted ball of twisted hate, But I close my eyes He disappears! Turn around quick before there are whispers in your ears! When the sun warms, And its the break of day, The clock barely breaks a smile Before he starts to chip away. I should of learnt my lesson But still I'm second guessing, I say to myself "I do my best!" But my hopeful thoughts are deafened. I start to go and stumble, Onto my humble abode, Even though its just me, I'm truly never on my own. I creak on through the hall, But restroom; I do not stop. I try to avoid any shine Because I know that is his home. He's everywhere, Staring at me in every room! Compact disk, photo frames And even through the back of this rusty spoon. So I just don't bother, I slip under the cover, Sweet, blissful sleep I cannot commandeer, Because he's always here, Chipping away with whispers in my ear.
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Memoirsfromthethrone
27/M/UK
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 6:21 AM UTC
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