Insomniac Insomnia
April 18, 2010
Face down I struggle to breathe
Free falling just to appease
Burning flesh such a lie
Turn baby, start to cry
Shock locked thoughts within my skull
Really nothing left to mull
Irony decapitate me please
I am already down on my knees
Crouching under this table hidden
Punctured souls are strictly forbidden
Two Entwined forever fails
Tattered images can only trail
Scars in my veins
Scars on my brain
Take a walk to the village bellow
Follow behind we wont go to low
Minds bleed
Sparks Impede
We can only ever hope to be freed
Placid whispers and words of affection filled of lies
No longer to follow the same direction we die
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