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With thoughts of pain

And thoughts to strain

There is no weight

Like the one on my brain

With everything to lose

And everything to gain

There sits a monster

Claiming my name

 

A million pounds in his teeth clench

Unholy demise accompained with stench

I can only hate such a being

Who claims to be me

But when I notice the familiarity of his presence

I am enlightened by the inigma

 

As the clock ticks I regress

There is one thing I've yet to confess

When taking sight upon this hulking mass

I didn't give it enough time. I glanced too fast

I now know what I was looking through

That rusty old mirror with a harsh reflection

When I see my self in it I shudder in revoltion

Bleed. Please until there is non left

I've destroyed everything in my path and finally now can regret.

Alone in this ******* attic

Another voice appears trying to cause havoc

I can subside but for how long?

Will it even be worth it? To sing and write with my mind so strong

It is suppression

It is oppression

It is self hate

It is annihilate

It is power

It is want

It is ugly

Nothing to be proud to flaunt

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

As the clock ticks and I regress

There is one thing I've yet to confess

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christopher-victor-coia
American
Published
Feb 20, 2013
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