Sitting here in Silence,
Machine Guns in my head.
The Echoing of things I said,
Firing every Second.
A dangerous place to tread,
Untying the Thread.
A place I dread,
Feeling already Dead.
Cant take back what was said,
Like bullets flying Ahead.
As they make their mark,
I light up my Spark.
Embracing the dark,
Cold, Harsh Truths.
Its No Use,
Stop the Abuse.
Its Everywhere,
You see.
In You,
In Me.
The Duality,
Hiding...
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