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Dec 2012
Where do I go
to find the right place
where I can be me
and live happily

I am often the lonely person in a crowded room
watching over everyone as they relate to each other
how will I ever be a person of people
with all the distance of our indifference

I don't belong here where none of it feels real
there is no genuine favor anymore
just conditional emotions based on desire
fickle and hypocritical with two faces
impulsive for immediate gratification
leaving nothing for those who wait

All we have
are the breaths we take
and the experiences we survive
teach us how to fail brilliantly

In a strange environment
drifting slowly through the world
passing by unknowingly
others who are strange like me
but more unique

It is strangely common to feel different
and that is how I am just the same
I don't want to belong here
I want to be out there
failing because I tried
not because of my indifferenceΒ Β 
that kept me grounded

It's a good night to be lost
to be left alone to create
something so horrifying
people will wish  
they could have stopped it

Just sitting there silent and motionless
as it develops into the nasty thing it should become
humanity rotting away
with the mind being abducted by subliminal torture
using life to simulate alternate realities

Moving as ghosts do, as cold shadows move at night
through every tear drop
every ache and pain
until the heart breaks
until there's a willing and somber life to take

The lost become mutated
the unknown need a place to go
to die and be reborn

Let go of the memories
grip the still beating pulse
bring torture and agony

I will teach you what I know
Andrew Owens
Written by
Andrew Owens  Sandpoint Idaho
(Sandpoint Idaho)   
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