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Living Inside Myself

By Nathan Owens

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a drip echoes through shallow corridors on an identical path of an invisible beast that melts into the earth on a road with thorns, moaning pacing in a sweat trampling the sticky road searching the agony of others on a path of thorns an army of reapers to live on Satan's horns if i close my mind in fright don't detach the life inside my sacred shell in which i struggle to keep tight the suffocation if here but it's so warm in my hell others just ignore themselves crying out some try to help me but i help myself their world is not for me, i cause my own destruction i see past the demons of day into a world of my own just living a dream in my hollow state, finally alone Written January 27th, 1999 © on Nov 08 2000 03:49 AM PST   0 • 1

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