The Black Dream
my head is speeding and full of bad thoughts
i cant concentrate i can only tell myself to not succeed in suicide
its to late its already started
all i hear is the moaning and groaning of people dyeing
im in over my head with all the stress
i only see black with a mirror of flames ahead
i cant put the pieces of my life together
im scared of my own mind and dont want to enter the danger zone
i cant escape the darkness no matter how hard i try
im still alive but fill like im dyeing a slow and painful death
Copyright © Lytishia Bradley | Year Posted 2007
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