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Intolerable Ignorance

Completely consumed by the sound 
of my screaming,
I keep hoping to wake up from this 
nightmare I'm dreaming.
Crazy thoughts run through my mind,
visions of the possessions I never can 
find.
I lie awake at night with tears in my 
eyes,
trying to get over a life full of lies.
I find myself wanting to fix things that 
aren't even broken,
and every word I speak has already 
been spoken.
I don't understand how I got lost for 
so long,
I was looking for the other side but I 
guess it was gone.
I tried to eliminate the illusion that 
you put in my brain,
but in the end I'm still the one dealing 
with the pain.
My soul cries out from deep down 
inside,
It's getting tired of denying these 
thoughts of suicide.
I feel like my life doesn't make sense,
and it's caused by my own intolerable 
ignorance.

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Constant Bullshit

I'm bringing it hard like you've never 
seen,
showing you shit you won't ever 
believe.
You didn't remember now you're 
down on the pavement,
with your head split because you 
forgot our arrangement.
I have these evil intentions,
which are mixed with images too 
gruesome to mention.
I'll choke you and watch as you 
strangle,
I don't care I'll leave your ass 
mangled.
now listen up before your face gets 
rearranged,
and they're calling the corner to come 
pick up the remains.
If you're talking to me your ass will 
get hit,
you'll be crying like a baby who can't 
find the tit.
I told you once but you must not be 
listening,
Next it's going to be your grave that 
I'm pissing in.
I'll pop one in you and not feel guilty,
Looking like Dennis the Menace so 
nasty and filthy.
So I'm cracking your head back and 
forth,
trying to drill this shit into your 
cerebral core.
It's time you paid your dues and dealt 
with this bitch,
because I'm getting tired of your 
constant bullshit.

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Lifetime of Sin

My hands are getting sweaty while 
my knees become weak,
and this pain in my chest makes it 
impossible to think.
My brain is spinning in circles that 
keep going around,
as my body continues falling onto 
this unsteady ground.
What's going on inside of my mind?
I'm constantly forgetting what I'm so 
desperate to find.
I'm trying so hard to hide from my 
sadness,
but everywhere I go all I see is 
corruption and madness.
why can't I get through this life and all 
of my scars?
It must be that wish I made on that 
one lucky star.
So now that it's all said and done,
the words that I write consists of the 
ink from my pin,
 and these thoughts that I've turned 
into a lifetime of sin.

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Your Choice

I wonder how clear it must look from 
there to here?
with no obstruction or selfish 
corruption in the atmosphere.
no fear, less tears, only time to catch 
my breath,
but I fail to inhale because your love 
constricts my chest.
The confusion sets in blinding me,
and it's because of you I now see.
Only time will tell just how much of 
this is real,
so for now all I know is what you 
make me feel.
it's one of a kind,
like a stars only shine,
are you there?
My eyes stare to find.
What's behind this blind notion of 
mine?
Sometimes it plays tricks on my 
mind.
It's like love or hate, 
now is that real or fake?
It's a thin line but that's your choice to 
make.

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World of Hate

I feel like I'm walking through a maze,
In my mind with no escape. 
What's going wrong inside my head?
Somebody explain why the feeling is 
dead.
My stomach has twisted in sickness,
caused by the people who have 
rendered me senseless.
Now my thoughts have all been 
replaced,
by a substance that can't be erased.
I find that I'm standing on an unstable 
ledge,
wondering how it feels to fall off the 
edge.
Slowly my monsters create from 
inside,
they're working like hell just to 
survive.
I try to wake up from this nightmare 
I'm dreaming,
but in my mind I'm constantly 
screaming.
So won't you please help me before 
it's too late?
and my soul loses the battle against 
this world of hate.

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Unfortunate Hell

Depression has taken over my life,
and I'm so tired I can't even put up a 
fight.
So here I sit in the darkness of my 
mind,
alone, lost, somewhere in time.
I can smell the stench seeping 
through your pores,
It seems like a trip I've been on before.
I have nothing left to be happy about,
even if I did the happiness wouldn't 
come out.
I'm so sad I just wish I could smile,
then maybe I can pretend for a while.
I can't explain this sadness that's 
become a part of me,
even when I close my eyes that's all I 
see.
I have the material things but where 
are my friends?
It's like a nightmare that won't end.
I have nothing left inside my heart,
and even though I try I still fall apart.
I feel like I'm all alone in a big empty 
cell,
waiting patiently to escape this 
unfortunate hell.

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Your Illusions

My body is waking,
from this silence created by your 
Deadly Alliance.
What's going on?
My brain seems gone,
so far away to a place my mind won't 
even play.
I can't feel my feet,
it's getting too deep,
I've got to find my way back to where 
my body reacts.
Something inside,
opens my eyes,
clinging to my heart desperately 
searching for this picture of art.
It seems so perfect to me,
the way it should be,
with all the colors of life blended 
together so nice.
Beginning to end,
I can't find a friend,
sitting at home I keep waiting but I'm 
still alone.
You really don't care.
so I'm left to bear,
the words that you said and the 
illusions you put inside of my head.

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The Magic Man

"The magic man"
     In the land of lost hope and a dope filled dish,
     I met a serpent and his name was wish.
     He had a partner with ten thousand plans,
     who went be the name of magic man.
     Across the grave yard stood a beautiful tree,
     that's where the serpent began to speak to me.
     " Why are you alone?" "why do you look so sad?"
     "What happen to your world and all of the things that you had?"
     I opened my mouth because I wanted to speak,
     but it was just to much,
     I was just to weak.
     Then around the corner stepped the magic man,
     he taught me his ways and I became part of his plan.
      I stepped into the darkness and away from the light,
      the day the serpent grabbed my hand and took a bit.
      As the venom took over and stole my breath,
      I realized a little to late that I was in love with my death.
      
              By: Joan McCue