Mind Heart
my heart torn out and a thousand peices pass me by
another tattered moment in the scilent night...
though the calls keep coming im closing off my mind
a dreamy dream would simply passify this creeping notion
that i should throw myself into the ocean and dream
a dream of witheredness...
looking back at the things that have happened now
i feel like a frightened child, holding my head above
barely able to make it by, and as i look twords the sky
i see a faint light....
my mind is racing, my body aching, nothing more to hold me here
a dieing glimmer in my eye, my dreams ...
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