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As I lay here on my bed My soul is falling Down Into a deep deep pit No Not falling My soul IS the pit And I fall into it I am not drowning in my fear Rather I see it as a marinade Of gasoline and gunpowder I dwell in it, soak it into my skin And wait for the match to light As I sit here My arms and head are heavy Though my eyes leave the ground They always return swiftly I no longer can look into your eyes With confidence I feel I have failed you More than the rest More than myself I see you And my whole being shakes with envy My stomach is twisted with jealousy All that I desire in life You have I find no solace in slumber No respite in my dreams Night after night Week after week I dream of my failures I'm haunted by the ghosts of my shortcomings And wounded by your spectre of success.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Self Inflicted Soul
As I lay here on my bed My soul is falling Down Into a deep deep pit No Not falling My soul IS the pit And I fall into it I am not drowning in my fear Rather I see it as a marinade Of gasoline and gunpowder I dwell in it, soak it into my skin And wait for the match to light As I sit here My arms and head are heavy Though my eyes leave the ground They always return swiftly I no longer can look into your eyes With confidence I feel I have failed you More than the rest More than myself I see you And my whole being shakes with envy My stomach is twisted with jealousy All that I desire in life You have I find no solace in slumber No respite in my dreams Night after night Week after week I dream of my failures I'm haunted by the ghosts of my shortcomings And wounded by your spectre of success.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
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