No need to take her down... Cause she's already there In the no-passing zone... Toy, plastic phone... With voices She can't recognize... Lost in a realm Of nothing Don't bother coming round... Cause she won't see you In this twighlight-zone... Where blood, flesh and bone Are things She just can't visualize... Lost in a realm Of nothing Traveling to places By unconscious means... Losing her grip On what's real... Night turns to day And in silence she screams Realizing that Nothing can heal... The "nothingness" That is the "something" She feelsBirth sign: Pisces
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