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Peace, dreams, and flying machines, working till the hour of night with the unseen. Ghosts outline the base of your bed, while sweet nothings of me run through your head. But you know in your soul you can't find me, because in my mind you are already dead. Depicting apart your emotions, tossing and turning in abnormal motions. Listen as you scream, screaming murder as you burn from my burning heart. Monsters in your closet, and underneath your bed, but you still won't find me in this world of the undead. As I live to contain this static, as I burn in hell my feeling become erratic. Don't fight the feeling you get, when your mind is touched with this cigarette burn of me yet. Blast the mold of everlast, I'm takin' to the words you spoke to me last. Unformentioned chaos in a world that is unreknowned, ripping apart these chains that you have me bound. This fuckin' place is murder. I will never be ressurected till the sun goes down, and your heart's blood drips from your lips.
I just wrote this for absolutely no reason, and I like it alot. Oh well, to the skatepark I go. Leave me some thoughts!