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| One Dark Night Tied to the bed and struggling to get loose. The straight jacket is cutting off my circulation and duct tape is wrapped around my eyes. I would rather stay like this, in isolation. If I have to go back out there I don't think I'll make it. The rubber walls absorb my soul's screams. My mind can't hear them. Maybe I'll go join the others, sleep on my cot that lies in one of the rows. We all have on the same gown and we're all troubled. While among each other, we all remain lonely. Once I get my pills, they will numb the pain, slow down the brain, and fog up the view. This way is preferred. No one really wants to leave this place because coping takes strength that we don't have. |
| Dreams Dreams are funny things really. Practically impossible feats we chase around in hopes that we will someday catch them in our hands. To be able to open cupped hands and see them sitting there flapping their tired wings. Dreams have a difficult station in life, to always run from people after planting seeds in their heads. To be alone running from those who want you and care for you. To even have some people ignore you in their sadness and frustration. I'm glad I'm not a dream....being human is much easier. |
| Albino My face is up to your's. Noses touching, you have nowhere to go. Why must you lie? Is victory sweet when it is not your own? The words have won once again. For you, they always do. Are you really so bad that you can't show what's underneath? Are you really that scared to wipe away the smile and show the tears beneath? The words have won once again. For you, they always do. Maybe when I'm gone and you're standing alone with noone to lie to you will uncover the truth. You have only one life to live. You can take off your shoes and stay for a while or remain covered from head to toe. I've given up on you but maybe others aren't as cruel. |
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| Phases of Faith Rebell against the Holy One. He doesn't really care. You're on your own through it all. Pursue your dreams. Seek our acceptance. Take a sip. It won't hurt. He won't care. He'll forgive. He always does. Your mind is cloudy. Your life is a complete daze. What happened to Him? Seek out your heart. Say a prayer. It won't hurt. He will care. He'll forgive. He always does. |
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