Born and grew up in a small town, nothing much to do but read and such. Always felt the need to say something more, that what was said was wrong, that all we live in is a dream. For that is what it is, nothing more than a dream. I tell my friends that, I live in a coma, none of you exist. So my friends, I do not exist. But I am here in writing.
That feeling you get
When all alone
And the house is quiet
When the pieces fit
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In the still of the night a sound is made
And all the colors seem to fade
A scream, a shot, a body falling
A voice, a dream, someone calling
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I’m lost and so alone
This house I’m in is not a home
I want to be with the one I love
But I’m scared he doesn’t love me back
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What am I to you?
O heartless one
What do you want from me?
O my menacing demeanor
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