In my life
These faces that I encounter
Remind me of the demons
That enjoy my dreams.
They mark passages of time
Lost in the pages
Why am I this way?
Why do I hate everything?
But put on a smile that wins
                                                everyone
Eve­ryone must suffer to understand
How I am the way I am
How are you the way you are?
                                                    Pathetic­.
Drowning in your shallow pit of realistic values
**** that!
Where are the others that won’t see the truth behind the black holes for eyes that I have been given from time?
When they broke in and stole the shine,
I felt the ghost wrap its dead arms around me.
Embrace the pain; let the death feel its way about your veins.

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Where are you, God?