So sick of living like this.
Always in question of the truth in your eyes.
Blinded obsession.
I have become what I don't realize.
In your presence, I am now a ghost;
and alluded.
Facing this road to eternal damnation.
Still don't know which way I will go.
Memories,
Just a distant reminder.
Of a time when I did not remain so uncertain.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
So sick of living like this.
Always in question of the truth in your eyes.
Blinded obsession.
I have become what I don't realize.
In your presence, I am now a ghost;
and alluded.
Facing this road to eternal damnation.
Still don't know which way I will go.
Memories,
Just a distant reminder.
Of a time when I did not remain so uncertain.
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