THE REAL WORLD
walking in the feeling begins,the past the rust
emotions embedded in everything I touch!
how many walk behind the veil?
investigators looking for the holy grail
intensity within
my head begins to spin
fun house effect is it the truth?
I begin to feel what will I lose?
closeness skin begins to tell
something that has been close to hell
I don't turn the page
might act on the rage
fear will never take control
the madness begins!
they want me to know they are there!
a touch a sting
pulling my hair! Im tired feeling wasted
can't hardly walk
is that someone trying to talk?
a beacon they say
lost in the way.....
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