Deceased

by Rich   May 21, 2004


Too far gone;
Deep inside myself.
The only human alive,
Because I'm animal.
Far too long,
I've mended the wounds,
Burned inside my memories;
Playing one-man head games.

Bruised knuckles
Bleeding nose
Crying eyes
Screaming mind.
I need to find my voice,
My silent throat;
To clear my head-space,
So I can fly,
Fly away from this place.
To find a little piece,
Of my internal peace;
To tame my inner beast,
To make the voices cease,
I need to be...

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