In My Headdd
Never have I wanted,
Always they will haunt me,
Criticizing my mind,
Fleeting,
My heart is bleeding.
A voice inside my thoughts,
Influencing everything,
Mimicing my conscience,
Treason,
Innocent season.
Sweet scoundrel lullaby,
Echos that mesmerize,
The bitterness of silent crys,
Beating,
My hold is fleeting.
Possessing my soul,
Regressing self-control,
Questioning my hold,
Answer,
I cut the cancer.
Fate freshly falls to rot,
No light in this tunnel,
Winter winds coating sin,
Dead,
I'm a voice in his head.
Copyright © Sean Winslow | Year Posted 2009
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