Saturday, September 10, 2011


Take me back to my normal
My way of existing as me
Not this drugged zombie
That fits into society

I bear self destruction
Oh, isn't it a shame
When happy you want to know me
But never asked my name

Do you recognize my eyes
Blood shot with tears?
Or how about these nightmares
All my living fears?

Many masks I have tailored
To suit all their needs
Fanciful perfections
My reality you shall perceive

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