The Fear Inside
Let’s live in a world where we have to pretend, have to breathe and think that we’re living when we just wind up dead.
Let’s die in my existence and not tell a soul. Create our own apocalypse, blood as our tears, hearts as our bombs. Our temperatures freezing cold.
We’ll leave blank stares on their faces as our phantoms pass through. The only emotion they won’t be able to hide, is the fear that dwells in their eyes.
We’ll take away their breath and replace their hearts with holes. We’ll sharpen their senses and make their blades dull.
We’ll wash away all emotions and only leave pain. The only thing they will remember is all their past regrets they were hiding away.
by
razorxbladesxslipposted on 08/22/2007
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