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Emotionless, flowing through a crowd of faceless souls A net of interactions that I am no longer a part of Each second I feel less and less, until I'm an empty vessel On the edge, brain going toe to toe with the devil Rotting amygdala in the cranium, insanity Not a single shred of dignity or humanity Running off no sleep, tobacco and black coffee No spirit left, except the pack in my back pocket I want nothing, but need everything all decisions past made to lead to serenity Going with the flow has left me alone with no one Why am I still here, where the hell am I going Long nights, long days, pretending I'm something I'm not Self deprecation and loathing patterns, indigenous thoughts Result is cold and heartless, riskless life to avoid the loss No solution horizon, mentally falling apart Fed up, hallucinations gone and messed my head up Yesterday is forgotten but tomorrow already dreaded Depression has blossomed, guilt trips and sunken ships Internal warfare, life is chaos amongst the midst
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Heartless
Emotionless, flowing through a crowd of faceless souls A net of interactions that I am no longer a part of Each second I feel less and less, until I'm an empty vessel On the edge, brain going toe to toe with the devil Rotting amygdala in the cranium, insanity Not a single shred of dignity or humanity Running off no sleep, tobacco and black coffee No spirit left, except the pack in my back pocket I want nothing, but need everything all decisions past made to lead to serenity Going with the flow has left me alone with no one Why am I still here, where the hell am I going Long nights, long days, pretending I'm something I'm not Self deprecation and loathing patterns, indigenous thoughts Result is cold and heartless, riskless life to avoid the loss No solution horizon, mentally falling apart Fed up, hallucinations gone and messed my head up Yesterday is forgotten but tomorrow already dreaded Depression has blossomed, guilt trips and sunken ships Internal warfare, life is chaos amongst the midst
mike-taylor
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
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