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Dedicated to those who are there, were there and are on their way
It's not death that I'm afraid of
It's what is waiting for me after
You are not patient
But my demons are
My cruel visions are my gentle realities
It's just like rain
I feel the insecurities
The damage
A sickening peacefulness.
Yet I stand there with no intent of moving.
Because I know the worst is coming,
and I accept it all
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Sometimes I look at hands
The body speaking with gestures without realizing it's being expressed
I check to see if they're like mine
Insecure, unsure of what to do,
covering things I should be proud of.
I seek to look at yours
Does yours realize they made mine smaller than they are.
No, they are hidden
Nowhere to be found
As soon as I gaze into your familiar stare
I see the second we met
The hours we laughed
And the minute you left.
All I feel is apathy
For eyes that I no longer know
Like your heart
Let your brain bleed
At the harmless distortion
Which is my mere mind
Unless I let it
History will not repeat itself
But Hell was a fun place
And poison tastes very sweet
- temptation
I never know what to say.
The very last time you saw me I lied and said
"See you later"
The door that closed after me took the words right out of my mouth.
"We are not safe here"
- a letter from my brain to my heart
THE DEAD