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Screams are heard
A sadistic lullaby
Thoughts chime in
But eyes are still dry
Words are said
I get that feeling up my spine
A mental imagery
Thats only mine
The voices are haunting
A memory from the past
Its a risk to hit play
Because the feeling wont last
I feel my thoughts racing
A knife in my heart
Its being sharpened then twisted
And Im falling apart
I shake my head roughly
The ear phones come out
Im in a new world now
Reality no doubt
I brace myself cause
The pain is predicted
This musics a drug
Yeah it hurts but Im addicted
- by CriesOfVanity |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/15/2008 |
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- Lady Darkshadow Firefly - 07/15/2008
- i also use music to escape sometimes...especially on long car trips...or i write poetry...it seems that you can do both: writing a poem about musical addiction. great job smile
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