Just Whatever's On My Mind

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Self control is the anchor which keeps my suffocating in the bottom of the ocean. If ever I become unchained, fear my commotion. Modesty keeps me from overflowing with emotion. Dullness of expression makes me void of devotion. Voices in my head tell me to hurt without promotion. The shadows in my bed tell my secrets to my fears. My dreams remind me I've been useless all these years. All this is held under lock and key called preservation. Of someone we're to break the locks, prepare for devastation. Glass is only valuable when it's broken. I'll put the pieces together in the shape of your soul, and keep it as my token. That is why my siren sings from the bottom of the ocean. That is why the kraken has been heard but never spoken.