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I lay, staring at the ceiling
A million thoughts
running through my head
What will tomorrow bring?
Sweet memories?
Or
Maybe something else...
I have to keep pressing on.
There is a light
at the end of my tunnel.
I'll reach it someday.
'Til then,
Ill rest easy.
And forget my troubles tonight.
What are you doing? Stop, please just stop!

My conscience is screaming at me,
Throwing itself against the barricades of my mind,
Kicking and punching so violently that my skull throbs with the pain.

But another voice is telling me otherwise
Pull the trigger. Go on, it'll be fun!
I feel the guttural tremors of its laugh ripple through my bones.
Pull the trigger!
My hands start to tremble.
Pull the trigger!
My mouth becomes dry.
Pull the trigger!
Pull it!
Pull it!
PULL IT NOW!

A wave of pressure washes through me,
My ears are ringing,
Pulsing with the cries of a million particles of air hurtling through the sky,
All finding refuge deep in the crevice of my eardrums.
I see the crimson blood on the floor.
What have you done?
My conscience is sobbing.
What have you done? What have they done to deserve this?
Animal
Savage
Murderer

But the voice silences it.
And now I can *really
think.
I feel the muscles in my cheeks pull,
But it isn't me,
The voice is controlling the smile that I have on my face.
Well done.
**Now you're mine.
There comes a time in your life,
When you feel like you are being pulled in different directions,
Education
Marriage
Family

So many choices that you have to make so quickly,
Like you have been thrown into the deep end without knowing how to swim,
Like pulling into the fast lane but not knowing how to drive.
We become a part of high expectations,
Rules that we force ourselves to abide by in order to succeed,
Failure is not an option.

People tell us to wake up and smell the coffee,
But how can we if we barely have time to even wake up?
As soon as we are conscious we are expected to work hard,
No pain, no gain
If you believe, you will achieve

That's all I ever hear.
My heavy heart, it was meant to burst,
To whisper all the words that were left unheard,
Tell me please,
Tell me please if I'm alive,
I feel so empty and hollow inside,
Dreams have died.

My stone cold soul, it was meant to thaw,
To release the burdens that are so raw,
Help me please,
Help me please to collect the pieces,
Before they spread like diseases,
Before my happiness ceases.
why hello there, who are you?
why wear a mask, why not be true?
do not question me, for this will make it hard
I am here doing a deed, don't play a guilty card
a guilty card, sir what ever do you mean?
are you here for a reason, are you here to hurt me?
I repeat, no questions. tis not fair
neither are those pretty eyes and long gorgeous hair
why thank you kind sir, it really means a lot
but really why are you here, and why do you hold that knot?
this is not a knot, this is a rope
its the only way out, the only way to cope
I was sent on a mission, to find a little girl
one with pretty eyes and long hair, one that lives in a whirl
so come to me, I will make it all better
slip this rope around your neck, and i'll lift you like a feather
excuse me sir but I don't understand
you came to get me, that was your plan
I do live in a whirl but I am strong
so that rope is not good, that rope is wrong
you come here, and let me hug you
take off the mask, please be true
you foolish child, don't you see
i'm no good, that's why the death lives in me
it is okay, I promise you this
don't live in death, because life is something you cannot miss
you make me feel different about what I do
did you do this on purpose? how can I trust you?
I may be young, but I am quite smart
come with me, we'll never be apart
okay I will live only for you
*I will remove my mask, I will be true
I conduct the symphony of hell
In the earths bowels overflowing with sin
Silence rules momentarily
My infamous symphony begins
Demons of evil and nightmares
Eagerly pluck their human strings

Screaming and wailing
The music starts
Moans of the ******
Terrible and dark

Burst forth now the crescendo of souls
From the burning pit of fire
Each suffers their own punishment
The offense of mortal desire

Sounds of tortured emotions
Those inflicted with the devils disease
Shrill and high
An allotted part have they
In my arrangement of mad melodies

So into hells depth I delve
For music that can be found no where else
These are the notes of the condemned
I am the conductor
Of my symphony in hell



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