Maybe you aren't there, yet you exist.

The line between real and unreal isn't what it used to be.

I see you everywhere, making my continuality consistant.

Making my space undefendable.

Making my space a viscious place.

It sets me to longterm grief.

No wonder why I flee to that place where you only

exists in the back of my mind.

There, I can't see you wich makes it easier to forget.

Makes it easier to stop feeling you all around me.

But this night, my escaperout seems to be blocked.

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to run. Stuck.

Hysteria in you, turned into hysteria within me.

It coexists in a crowded frightfull mess.

But I try to manage, for you, for them.

For them imbecils and narrow minded, I try.

'Til my own depressing ending consumes me,

I try for you.

 

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6 december 2011 15:05

Words just dont randomly form in my mind you know, they are carefully calculated, perfectly combined facts if you will. I am a so called schizoid personality, I cant ignore what is, I cant lay it aside eighter. Some say ignorance is bliss, maybe it is maybe it isn't, I wouldn't know. But I do know one thing, those with ignorance are those who will have nothing but meaningless lives, and leave nothing but destructive genes behind. Harsch but true, thats the big picture.

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