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Feb 2013
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
christopher victor coia
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christopher victor coia  los angeles
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