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These demons in my mind haunt my every dream.
Suicidal silence awaits me when I wake.
As I sift through these thoughts in the dark,
Dreams of you and wasted philosophy.
This heart in my chest seems such a waste,
To beat inside such an apathetic soul's body.
My fickle tongue and these shifting eyes lie to even me.
In the mirror I see who I am.
I cant help but see some worthless ******** staring back at me,
This true me whom I loath with a furry to rival that of god.
I shatter the mirror with my fist but the image remains.
With blood running over my fist i kneel.
My blood pours away.
My soul did long ago.