How could such beautiful words emerge from such vile thoughts?
In an absence of light and sound, I rush through dark tunnels seeking sick thrills
Holding back, holding back I can't do it anymore voices, voices
I love her, I love her more than you could imagine.
But betrayal. Betrayal and hate.
Betrayal and hate and lies and promises
Misguided attempts at redemption from the emptiness that I'm falling into
Where is the fire escape?
Because all the exits seem to be blocked.
I'm trapped inside my own mind
Starving, I can only gnaw away at my own thoughts
But when you only feed on smoke and dust
You too become smoke and dust
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PoetryI don't know what this is. It's poems that I have written. It's poems that I didn't write. It's old poems. It's new poems. It's happy poems. It's sad poems... Actually, just mainly sad poems.
