SicknessThis sickness has me seeing things Terrible things in my mind So horrible are these images That I wish that I was blind My dreams are now the enemy I see things when I sleep In my mind I almost hear These little children weep Haunted in my dying mind Burning flesh and bone Hysterical whispering On a bloody, broken phone creatures with body's like demons Have faces darker than night Teeth as sharp as razorblades Form a smile of delight Cats that lay there torn apart Are staring through the vents I try so hard to look away Why feignSickness
*is a little crazy*
dont mind the crazy person in the corner... just let them rock...
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I'm in envy of addicts, you're obsessed with stars...
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