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Miles Nowhere

Can you feel it in the air
Our love is falling everywhere
'Cause you don't want me
No you don't want me
Can you feel it in my soul
It's getting dark, it's getting cold
'Cause you don't want me
No you don't want me
Anymore...

I struggle and I fight with these demonic thoughts, as they persist as any thirsty THOT
Each and every breath is rapid, unrelenting, heavy, inhaling becoming ferocious rabid scary
Too much of a good thing, no longer remains sustaining
A panic attack is like a breathing suffocation
No resuscitation required, but emancipation from this devastation
The urges to widdle lacerations, head filled with these sickly disease riddled manipulations
 
Of my hands and my voice which barely feel like they are of my own anymore
I say things that I don't mean and I know you don't know what I mean
How can I expect you or anyone to understand the war fought on my minds war torn
Gore galore, like the massacre that took place upon Normandy's shore
D-day means Death day, just when will I pass my last birthday
That day is the only thing I am afraid of
Not in how I go
Nor what lays on the other side of that door

Can you feel it in the air
Our love is falling everywhere
'Cause you don't want me

You'd be better off...
No you don't want me
I swear...
Can you feel it in my soul
It's getting dark, it's getting cold
'Cause you don't want me
I don't deserve you...
No you don't want me
I never will...
Anymore...

In The End this isn't what I wanted
I'm so scared to end up like Chester Bennington
Strung up like a druggy, the high comes from the ceiling
A rope suspending a dangling broken mess of what used to be me
I've planned this out so many times, this sickly obsession of mine has filled my mind
Every minute of every day, every year of every decade of my lifes play
Each tragedy, an act, a scene, a passing frame
Disdain, pain, and shame are catalysts that set my aim to end the game
This disease plays, but I cannot placate my resignation
A friend of mine brought that to my attention
That the retention of my SELF LESS act would metastitize a demon
Spreading it, potentially causing more senseless self killing

You see she lost the light of her life
To thoughts and intentions that mirror my own
She brought that light to me... that I am not alone
He wasn't either, but I didn't know
He didn't know
We didn't know
But for people like us
Thats just how the story goes
WordScape
Written by WordScape (Casey Brock)
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