Concoction
By torpid felon
YOUR THOUGHTS ARE AS A VORTEX BEING SPUN AND SPREAD AROUND,THE SILENCE YOU CAN HEAR AS IT SCREAMS OUT SUICIDE TO YOU,THE VOICES TELL YOU IT'S THE ONLY WAY,YOU'RE SURE THEY'RE LYING, YOUR VOLCANIC BLINK ERUPTS AS YOUR HEART ACHES FOR FORGIVENESS, YOUR BRAIN IS NUMB WITH FEAR OF WONDERING HOW NEAR THE END REALLY IS,IT'S CLOSER THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE, IT'S HIDING BETWEEN YOUR TEARS,AM I JUST PARANOID OR DID SOMETHING DISTURB MY TRAIL OF THOUGHT01, Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 03 2001 07:55 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"YOUR THOUGHTS ARE AS A VORTEX BEING SPUN AND SPREAD AROUND,THE SILENCE YOU CAN HEAR AS IT SCREAMS OUT SUICIDE TO YOU,THE VOICES TELL YOU IT'S THE ONLY WAY,YOU'RE SURE THEY'RE LYING, YOUR VOLCANIC BLINK ERUPTS AS YOUR HEART ACHES FOR FORGIVENESS, YOUR BRAIN IS NUMB WITH FEAR OF WONDERING HOW NEAR THE END REALLY IS,IT'S CLOSER THAN YOU COULD EVER IMAGINE, IT'S HIDING BETWEEN YOUR TEARS,AM I JUST PARANOID OR DID SOMETHING DISTURB MY TRAIL OF THOUGHT01, ..."