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Last of Days
The end is far ahead
I can't even see the end
I will not face the day
When the line is so far away
This hard reality
Has brought me down to my knees
Something dulls the razor
Lucid dreams of guilty pleasures
Nail me to the floor
Flat line me some more
This death is so cloying
As my conscience is toying
With my long past issues
Long nights of cutting tissue
Chain me in spotlights
Blind me with the sights
They watch me
Every move
They listen
For my cries
Confessions
Depression
Oppression
Reflections
Secrets I've said in dark
Hallways where the shadows hark
My only ever friends
They will remain here at the end
Lay me in my grave
On this last of days
I can't even see the end
I will not face the day
When the line is so far away
This hard reality
Has brought me down to my knees
Something dulls the razor
Lucid dreams of guilty pleasures
Nail me to the floor
Flat line me some more
This death is so cloying
As my conscience is toying
With my long past issues
Long nights of cutting tissue
Chain me in spotlights
Blind me with the sights
They watch me
Every move
They listen
For my cries
Confessions
Depression
Oppression
Reflections
Secrets I've said in dark
Hallways where the shadows hark
My only ever friends
They will remain here at the end
Lay me in my grave
On this last of days
Published 7th Apr 2014
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9th Apr 2014 8:58am
Secrets won't matter in the end of days, but our thoughts will make them so. Good write, HadesR.
