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Feel my fears
Listen to what silence hears
In the middle of the night,
When you can't breathe
And i wonder about this reality,
And all they say it's to be
But i don't make sense
Cause all I do is cry
If you were listening,
You would have heard me last night
I saw the faces of your alter egos' personality
Nothing you could imagine
At least not in your reality
Images are everything,
Or so it seems
But could you bare to wittness to all the darknes inside of me?
Sometimes I can't breathe
That's when my demons start to beat
But I guess all comes to an end
Sometimes now or then
But see I'm not afraid
Let the take me
Cause I don't care
Neither does anyone else here
Besides this is what I want,
Even if there is a HELL!
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This perticular poem (or whatever you wanna call it) was written after a series of nightmares. When i wrote it I was pissed at a lot of things going on in my life and i was just fed up with it. The last verse just came to me because people think just because I'm not Christian i'm gonna go to hell. So i was basically just saying if i die now i don't care if there is a hell.
