True to Life /Gothic
 
 

im empty of hope
im low on dreams
im out of spirit
im full of fear

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i die to be born
i die to begin

im born to die
im born to end

you have no idea
how  beyond complex
my life is
and how much i want to trade it

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SUMMER
                    &
winter
BIOOD
                    &
chocolate

the mirrors of my world
pungent,
                dark,
                          all.

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matrix
==;;;;;;;;;;>

metal tears,
die-cast fears,

blazing fires
cold spiers

endless desert,
slaves of all hues

we are not God
becuse we are ruthless

we are not God
never try to be

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childs tale

he was there
in my dreams
like a darkand scary scream
he hunted me
like a game
I didn't even
know his name
this fearful time
was when I
closed my eyes,
it was like
a tempist inside.
the dark man
chased me from
waking hour to
mids-night's stream,
he's still here
with me just
buried deep like
a
    bad, old, Dream

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walled in
steped on
put down
thrown around
Prison of No Hope
Jail of Fear
my house is a deak of cards
that is always falling
with a mere wisper

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LiFe is blEAK
        AND
Not sO SWEET

so boRED
DoN't WANNA bE  HERE ANyMORE

My WoRlD- sooN To bE MOvEd
    with - NOT ASked mE-

PICkeD ^up^ anD
                             dRopEd whEre i don'