You're my home

Staring into a mirror screaming cry me a fucking river, go bleed me an ocean and fill it with lust, love, and emotion. Hold me under, let the waves drown me in deep slumber, my brain is swollen with this growing conclusion. Hey there, guess what? Looks like I finally woke up. My migraine is fueled by your voice, it's haunting and taunting, tearing me up from the inside out. Silence grinds against the inner most part of me, cradling me, surrounding me, choking the truth into me."don't you know that hell is a state of mind and I am the Satan to exploit your demise, your peace of mind is a delusion created because you cannot handle the images I carve into your head." Misconceptions on this, tears fall, you can hear everything building up what was never there, upon the tone you can tell, tonight's the last you'll call this place a home.
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