I am not real
I have no face to see
I am only an illusion
I have no one to be
I thought I heard the screaming
I thought I heard my heart
But I know I'm not real
I'm a ghost
I do not feel
Something lived before me
I think it was human
But I can't remember how long
I've been locked in this state
And now I can't remember
The things that I used to fear
But I hope that you will join me
As I slowly disappear
I hear a deafening silence
As people make their way
Across the crowded world of the dancefloor
They're all searching for somebody to stay
And I think that I'm mistaken
I thought I felt my heart
But I know I'm not real
I'm a ghost
I do not feel
I just float here weightless
I think I once was a human
And I think I had a soul
And I know I'm not real
But I feel so cold
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Stepping on the Devil's Tail
PoetryA collection that covers a wide variety of topics, yet I try to make it seem at least a little cohesive. Some of these are pretty wild. Lots of madness and death and end-of-the-world-type shit going on. I can't imagine why that kinda stuff has been...
