I said today I feel like a shadow of myself… dark and empty.
Just an outline of the person I used to be.
Hiding from the sun’s embrace
Following behind…
Pressed against a wall…
My soul’s walking over me.
I saw the images of my mind
Between my thoughts and feels...
Between my words and fears
And I know it's all illusion...
It's all illusion.

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These four walls will be the death of me.
Squeezing, constricting
Till there's no more breath in me.
Thoughts rebounding from the corners,
Like that screensaver.
And I think about calling you
But I know it would only disappoint.
It's so dark
I can't meet my own gaze of my reflection
The pain refuses to fade
It won't stop
Memories of our every phonecall
Are etched in views
I stare and smile at.
You don't care at alll
Because you never pick up the phone
When I call,
Now I'll sit here alone
And talk to these
Paper thin walls
With a bleeding heart which won't stop.
But I can't tell anyone
"Panic panic"
Please, please just stop
But at the end no one can find out.

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A happy sadness.
A human madness.
An affection for the past.
Divine or bitter while it lasts.
The suffocating feeling of revisiting tales,
Thinning at the ends
As your recollection slowly fades.
The slipping grip of what once was
That will never be again,
Slowly turning faded and acid washed
Until it's nothing.
But a feeling you can't put a name to....
Nostalgia

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The days and nights bleed together
And how well we blend in
With a dismal arrangement
Of plain people
Twisting behaviors
Twisting actions
To sound toxic
To sound dangerous
The hustle and bustle
Packing heat and flexing muscle
In the big bad city
The maniacal manifestation
Is an infestation
Festering around in my head
Its existence, a creation
Created at inception,
Hacking my brain
Forever a trap creating a maniac

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The snow on the ground show's my footstep's,
Show's that it's only me.
And no one beside me.
But you sit at home in your significant other's arms,
Forgetting the warmth of the memories
That we shared together.
Now those glimpse hits me,
As the cold air passes by
And my feet are bare, my toes are curled
I stand upon the wet winter morning grass
Howling along the wind,
Like a winter wolf.
Alone.

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Human cannot see themselves or judge themselves the way they see and judge others.
They only spread hatred and thus creating a personification which they often fear. That's how the cycle goes on and hypocrisy has a new face again and again.

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One is the language of words
And the other is the language of silence.
Silence has the emotion of sound,
It's the whitness of the cloud.
Will you listen me,
if I speak to you in silence about silence ?
Will you be the silence I seek in my silence ?
Or will you be the silence,
Which silence me silently ?

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We met one strange summer
In a regular tangle of sticky webs
You had the air of angels sweet
But I drowned
With the damned spirits in lava oceans
Fearing your foreign static frequency...
Storms calm ones,
Calmer than my raging coals,
Empty and dead
You speak of souls like you believe
Always an optimist in pessimistic
Skin of ivory and titanium mesh...

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The world is an addiction
Eyes filled with vanity
Wonder if it's green like envy
Wonder if it all spring from the same seed
See one with it and you have to get it
By any means, necessary
And the desire, poison you
Like heroine it flows through your veins
And depressed your respiratory system
Till you choke to death

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Do you see the sky
With its whites and blues
Do you see it nearing the night
With its purplish orange hues
Painted blue on blue,
One stroke at a time,
Into deeper and deeper shades of night
And the Earth wait for the morning glow.
In early morning, the feelings are so strong,
The calm, the peace, the senses speak,
And everything starts with a new hope.

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