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The End
Pain eats at me with a hunger that cannot be satisfied
Darkness not even the blind would know
Still I put on my mask for others to ease there pain
Have a seat welcome to the show
I battle the cravings
Still some how wanting that sweet taste of chaos and unrest
The feeling of watching bullets fly by
While you stand still without a bullet proof vest
I try with all my might to keep my demons locked away
Remaining calm and somewhat collected
My demons bring destruction while others just play
I'm a man of few words
I keep to myself
My past is put away
On an unreachable shelf
Most have no clue
Only stories that they've heard
Mainly things that have been made up
Or changed by adding a word.
Down deep though I feel some thing
Like the fuse never went out
A desire to show others who I was
The life I was about
Keep pushing
Remind me of how it felt
I might be the Ace and eight of spades
In the final hand your dealt
As for now I'll stay quiet
Seeing with my ears and watching with my eyes
For I might be the reaper
When the time comes for you to say goodbye
Copyright ©
James Sanborn
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