Stories Untold

Suppose...
...I am this...
...this thing...
..and what's eating your mind up, right behind your eyes..
Can't realize, understand, can't make me do that...

What do you do...?
What makes you do the things you do...?
Who's running you...?

Getting laced by a thought of destruction
...and that's just one of them...
...damn thoughts, never mine...
Never heard their voice?
You're normal aren't you...

Making yourself feel special...

Cry for nothing, laugh at everything.
Flesh, rotten always to remind you,
through it's smell, remind you how close to death you really are...

So why am I making myself feel special...?
Why am I listening to myself?

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