are the voices in my head
real or make belive?
the hell i see inside my mind,
the pain that i perseive.
the life i never lived,
and the sins you dont forgive.
all build until my soul
cries out
"somthing has to give".
no love left
the impossible theft
of life, of time, of space
gathered up and spit back out
right into my face.
i rise to the occaision
and im put back in my place
im so tired, so very tired,
in this godless unrun race.
real or make belive?
the hell i see inside my mind,
the pain that i perseive.
the life i never lived,
and the sins you dont forgive.
all build until my soul
cries out
"somthing has to give".
no love left
the impossible theft
of life, of time, of space
gathered up and spit back out
right into my face.
i rise to the occaision
and im put back in my place
im so tired, so very tired,
in this godless unrun race.



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