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control

blindsided

lost

'haven't you've heard the voices, the talking'

the eyes

they stare and stare

in disgrace

'my head is bent'

i've spent

hours, years, decades, centuries

with whispers

scanning for a hint of blue

not searching for a lying you

although that i will loathe

whispers are always sung

'i'm scared, frightened, to a lovely degree of a pink insanity'

no part, parts

'play a brave role

saying no'

weakening

A point I will never reach

'haven't you heard, the stare's are

ever so loud, ever so proud'

"Fall so we can Laugh

Bleed so we can Be

Need so we can See

Reach so we can Leave"

so fucking loud

this insanity's mind

has a key

never to be found

putting on this pretty face

to mask this lucid state

of feeling seperated

of being in this me

with only me

'Control

is bound

to bind

this devil inside'

©shannonmarie

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