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 They said that your beautiful but your broken from the past, the dim light that swings everytime you get right but, it fights to stay bright; My life, what a night I can’t sleep right, I toss and turn feeling as if I have needles in my bed made of thorns, Who can I run too when I'm feeling torn; 

I feel teathered from this worn out thread that no longer can hold what is pouring out of my head,  My body is getting sleepy but, my mind is on pins and needles, for it never rest it just keeps beating like the heart on my chest except my heart keeps bleeding on to the surface that seems to stretch;

 this vessel is completely dispensable only to think that I'm not corroded within, I have spots on my body that are covered in sheeps clothing from the poison that I let in; I am no amature I am a pro at my own suspense some one grab me a globe so I can let this inner demon dive in; in a world where hell is no longer a place but, a seed of my body for it to part take,

I shall dwell where the trees are no longer in place; Drifting off in my cell I can see the world from this small window space; I can taste the air  and inhale the sea water from this dreadful state;

My imprisonment made of flesh is the only thing that keeps me tainted so why do I always feel painted when people are near am I hiding what I cant feel or is it something or some one I can’t deal so, I latch on like a leech and poison my soul only deeper than what I am exposed too; Then Why do I keep treading when I'm suppose to float?;

I guess I'm not tired enough when I already sunked my own boat, Waiting in these waters and feeling the sun dry up the parts of me that the water hasn't yet kissed, I feel lifted and dead in a sense... Why can’t I scream? Is it because I'm not afraid of what I might miss or am I above all this;

Searching for the words in my head, I file every answer away as if I was a book case but, can't 

seem to search deep down inside of me and tell the next person what's reaching and rotting out of me ;

So, why can’t  I just coast in this world and watch it unfurl from the minds of this hated world pattern, I'm far from gone I'm on another planet sitting on Saturn kicking up dirt and watching earth rotate on its axle; You can catch me now or later but I will be hiding in one of these craters.

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