Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Yelling was all I heard
While no one else was in sight
Never stopped me from looking around
Like I lost something
That can not bbe found

Conflicting communication
Inside comes out
Turn around to face it
Find my head upon the ground

Repeating defeat
Over think thinking 
Beat knuckles retreat bleeding
Sinking the boat made for sinking

These dreams
Those voices
That fire
Leave little guesswork

Schizphrenic liar 

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