ITS.......
ALMOST AS IF THEN....
WHAT I SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF WHEN...
THINGS BEGAN TO DISAPPEAR...
AND THOUGHTS BEGIN TO END...
PRESSURE PRESSURE PRESSURE...
AND CHOICE BESET BY VOICE...
SPOKEN WORDS IN MUMBLES...
NOTHING EVER SAID TWICE...
UNDERNEATH EVERYTHING...
IM NOT REALLY SCARED...
HOW COULD ANY VALUE BE HELD...
WHEN THINGS GO UNREPAIRED...
SO VERY UNPREPARED....I STAND....HERE...AM....I...?
THE QUESTIONS I HAVE REMAIN UNANSWERED...
AND AS I LOOK TO THE SKY.....
I SHY AWAY FROM THE TRUTH....
SUCH INSIGHT BRINGS...
ANE ONLY THE THING I CAN HEAR...IS ABSENT OF BELLS AND RINGS
its a trick...
dare i say...
if i..... really think this way....
sometimes when clear...
the ends seems near....
and it darkens everyday
Reason for writing:
LIFE...IN GENERAL...
NOT WRITTEN ALL THAT WELL
Birth sign: Aries
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