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Which One is Really Me?
Stop living within me!
There's nothing to see.
Hide me away from me,
I'm my own worst enemy.
Falter me while I am cold.
There's nothing here,
But my own stone soul to hold.
It's me that I fear.
How can I escape my grasp?
When it holds to tightly,
I'm stuck in it's clasp.
I'm dying in fire brightly.
Why does no one look within,
I'm sitting alone again,
Just beneath the fucking skin.
It's just a matter of when.
It's planning something, I know,
I can tell when it's plotting.
This terrified look isn't for show,
I know this me is rotting.
I'm breaking to the surface.
Just tell me when I'm free,
This face will be my face,
I just can't wait to see.
There's nothing to see.
Hide me away from me,
I'm my own worst enemy.
Falter me while I am cold.
There's nothing here,
But my own stone soul to hold.
It's me that I fear.
How can I escape my grasp?
When it holds to tightly,
I'm stuck in it's clasp.
I'm dying in fire brightly.
Why does no one look within,
I'm sitting alone again,
Just beneath the fucking skin.
It's just a matter of when.
It's planning something, I know,
I can tell when it's plotting.
This terrified look isn't for show,
I know this me is rotting.
I'm breaking to the surface.
Just tell me when I'm free,
This face will be my face,
I just can't wait to see.
Published 30th Apr 2015
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