Holding back on the vocals inside,
Slipping slowly,
While the undead brain grows wide,
Creeping closely.
My heart stops pounding to the beat,
No blood in vain,
As the inside melts from the heat
Turning me insane.
The effort to stop it proceeding,
It hurts me,
Nothing heard, but I keep speaking,
It kills me.
I look upon hope for one day,
These unspoken words will make it's way,
To the person that I could say
...
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 10:52 AM UTC
Holding back on the vocals inside,
Slipping slowly,
While the undead brain grows wide,
Creeping closely.
My heart stops pounding to the beat,
No blood in vain,
As the inside melts from the heat
Turning me insane.
The effort to stop it proceeding,
It hurts me,
Nothing heard, but I keep speaking,
It kills me.
I look upon hope for one day,
These unspoken words will make it's way,
To the person that I could say
...
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