Into The Real
... Mouths move in shapes of words ... .. Creating all these lies .. ... The masks that peel away from face ... .. I see the inside with my eyes .. ... Peel away my fingertips ... .. Make my hands not feel .. ... The blood that drains from my torn skin ... .. Falls into the real .. ... This blood has become red tears I cry ... .. While my eyes remain so dry .. ... Nothing with me can be felt ... .. Awoken from this illusion .. ... Real is just myself ... Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 02:05 PM PST, Keagan 0 • 1
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"... Mouths move in shapes of words ......"