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Terrible dark thoughts Drain into My soul. Incredibly hard fought My soul’s essence Its goal. Painfully, they’re bought With my innocence Its toll.
Terrible dark thoughts Drain into My soul. Incredibly hard fought My soul’s essence Its goal. Painfully, they’re bought With my innocence Its toll.
Standing outside The world below Is the nature of learning What God has bestowed. Courchavel, FR 2011
good for yougood for badbadness bendsthoughtsto you. good for naughtbad has boughtevil thoughtsbendingfrom you.
Trembling slowlyAwaitingThe newsAs fate creepsSlowlyTo your disconnectedYou.
i lay awake, fast asleepdrifting slowly, through the deepinner painwith little gainfinding anguish, where dreams meet.
Dangerous timesDangerous trustA lifetime to buildA short time toDust.
Anger makes me happyLaughing makes me sickNiceness is disgustingBecause I like to be a prick.
Angry peopleEverywhereBlaming meWithout a care. Perhaps deservedI stare in airQuaintly tremblingKnowing Who cares what’s fair.
A forever mysteryA forgotten taleOf incredible painIn your heartLike a nail.
Nonsense!I tell my childrenI tell myselfI ask my wifeI say –Was I right?