I seek rest but my mind screams
From pain hidden inside my dreams
And as my head spins round and round
There is no safety from this sound
It echos out of my own head
Filling my whole being with dread
The sound is made out of my fear
The fear of every passing year
I will hold it back once more
These thoughts that shake me to my core
These endless thoughts of endless pain
Tonight I will not go insane
But you can't hide from your own dreams
There's no escaping what you've seen
Because after several years come around
You'll be buried in the ground
Will anyone care about what you've said
If you're gone, decayed, and dead?
Well, you see this is your fear
Where will your mind go when you're no longer here.
This life has become such a chore
There's no point in it any more
You can try to hold back all your pain
But you're already insane.
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I Was Really Bored.
PoetryWhen I am bored, my mind wanders. I sometimes find myself writing random things. Most of it is either poetry or songs. A lot of it is sort of weird, but I have decided to post some of the stuff that I think is actually good on here for other peop...
