Trembling in the thoughts of my mind...
Suffocating on the distortions of my actions.
Wondering about the effects of my sins along the way.
I miss being me,I miss that i was once full of emotions,but...
Now I am only an empty shell.
Strangeling myself with the things I've done wrong,
Stabbing myself with anguish on the things I was afraid to do.
Fighting myself in the dark corners of my mind,
Facing the demons within me.
One thing still remains though...
The apocalyptic thing called hope.
Sitting in my head all tied up,
Seeing you flickering in the clouded entity.
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