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The glued-on sheet of self control |
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The pity of sense of sanity |
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Cracking at the seams |
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Torn from my reality |
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The motion of thoughts subdued |
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Overcome, suppressed by terror |
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The mouth of fear overfed |
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By dread beyond measure |
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Pounding waves of overload |
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Running through my every nerve |
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Will reduced to nothingness |
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My system overturned |
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My mind resigns to defeat |
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Internal razors activated |
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Slashing through unprocessed thought |
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The severance of self complete |
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Heartbeats hammering at the sight |
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A revelation to wrap my soul in fear |
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Blinded by the never light |
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As I stare into my organic shadow |
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The bin of repressed emotions crammed |
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Limits of pain by far exceeded |
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I stare into the blank |
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The mantra of dead silence repeated |
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Hear me, find me |
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Save me, the dead me |
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Shallow breathing |
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Eyes not shut, not open |
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By fear silenced |
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Incantations never spoken |
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This hell of vacuum abound |
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With the chanting whispers of the mute |
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Exposed to the wrath of never sound |
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The words of my organic shadow |
