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I'm pretty sure life is just a dream . And most the time it's a nightmare.
The Human race is consistently being invaded by our imaginations of FEAR.
You're FEELING too much You're way OVERsensitive This isn't JEN from the Block This is ME my own critic Nothing's set in STONE Till the day AFTER you deaded My will is stronger than EVER
The grass grows ever greener but thyne eye stays wet with mois
Panic. Terror. Staccato breaths. It is strong. Merciless, yet intangible. Clouding all rationality, engraved with anger. All too well, it is the essence of an inner demon - lurking inside of us. Consuming our minds.
Close your eyes, Go to sleep, Dream of us- As deep drums Mark the beginning. Ravenous human shadows Singing brutal blood-stained