The day I was informed, I was suppose to have an identical counter part.
"I am neither Matthew or Matt. That is a title belonging to a part of myself, consumed by the darkness.
A life of nothing, is there anyway to depart from this?
My own hatred brought me to suffocate on the light in my lungs.
The monsters inside, reminds me through vices to be strong.
Alcoholic nights. Mornings with Maryjane to ease the pain.
The weight of sadness and the madness hits me like a freight train.
The anger is the heaviest anchor, bringing my soul into the depths of torment to never breathe in freedom again.
Where did it all go?
What is left to show?
For I do not simply know.
My shadows been keeping company. In the darkness, I feel so lively.
During a full moon, transformation into my dark twin, activates sleeping forces dwelling inside of me.
There is no escape....
Jul 9, 2021
Jul 9, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
The day I was informed, I was suppose to have an identical counter part.
"I am neither Matthew or Matt. That is a title belonging to a part of myself, consumed by the darkness.
A life of nothing, is there anyway to depart from this?
My own hatred brought me to suffocate on the light in my lungs.
The monsters inside, reminds me through vices to be strong.
Alcoholic nights. Mornings with Maryjane to ease the pain.
The weight of sadness and the madness hits me like a freight train.
The anger is the heaviest anchor, bringing my soul into the depths of torment to never breathe in freedom again.
Where did it all go?
What is left to show?
For I do not simply know.
My shadows been keeping company. In the darkness, I feel so lively.
During a full moon, transformation into my dark twin, activates sleeping forces dwelling inside of me.
There is no escape....
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