| trapped.
caught.
in black .
nothingness.
dead inside.
with everything left to loose.
never enough.
never perfect .
he is
breathing hard
wasteing air
useless
in your eyes
sometimes
he is nothing
an infection
a virus
something insipid
something loved
more than anything in the world
*not in a swell mood*
by neil
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| investing in black shadows
shaking his clammy hands
peeking out a little window
peering out the door
beeming its essence
showing its cold eyes
grinning his rotten teeth
what has become of you?
or me?
do you look past me
or do you look
through me?
have you seen my core?
have you felt my breath?
can you look in his eyes and smile?
run.
as fast as you can.
past his lies and deception.
run.
into my arms.
into sanctuary.
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| breathing deep
running throught the forests
running away
from everyone
even me
the devils tongue licks at me feet
burning the soles of my shoes
dont run down his trails
that lead to only deception
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| im sorry
sorry for everything
that im not the best
not good enough
that i cant meet the standards
that i cant reach high enough
or run far enough |
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| we live
in cycles
running nowhere
as fast as we can
trying to swim up stream
what is our life
only to run in circles
to try to get ahead
when your fine where you are
by neil
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