He hears strange voices in his head
Wherein exists the evil forms
Of groundless fears and morbid dread -
Those unrelenting mental storms!
He is like a schooner in a gale,
Moving with a tattered sail.
There is neither silence anywhere
Nor harmony of time and space,
But pandemonium everywhere
And bitterness in every place
Where all the elements collide
By which he never can abide.
He must escape the awful dread
Of doubt and apprehension now!
Still the voices in his head
By every means, no matter how!
He knows no hell save that within
Himself alone; he knows no sin,
Except what constantly he hears
As undisputed facts of life;
He knows no wrong except his fears,
The inner depths of pain and strife,
Perceiving fantasies and shades
Of senseless images of Hades!
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He hears strange voices in his head
Wherein exists the evil forms
Of groundless fears and morbid dread -
Those unrelenting
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I hook the night sound
challenging empty capsules.
Gasping on lies, I crash,
brow t soiled satin,
chanting to
Its me tall caramel with much baggage
Though I look and observe with only material lavage
Men fall to their
her shoulders feel heavy
the future unsure
there's nothing left of her
but the pain that she feels
the memories they haunt
the
"Just In Case"
Just in case I miss you
Just in case I don't
Just in case you hate me
There's no way you won't
Just in case I
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