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I feel a hole Within me Slowly consuming I feel it growing Day by day I wish I knew How it's hurting me, Yet none the less When I'm alone I can't stop thinking About how I am thought of By those around me

I used to feel normal,                       now I'm unsure,                                     of what to make of my self,  so much pain in just over a month,                                   I don't know how I go on                     yet I do, in a lost haze with my gaze,                   I keep going...              Even when I don't know why I bother too.

  Hear the music's call, so sweet dark and soothing,               filled with joyous voices from the hall,                         don't know why the beats bring me up!   Take a swig,     coke it down,            null the fear and feel the tears of joy roll down your face, all you can do is smile like a fool because of who you've got, so sing a song and  Hear the music's call, so sweet dark and soothing,               filled with joyous voices from the hall,                         don't know why the beats bring me up!      It's another day for me to say the pains have eased up, so sing with me of this day before the nex

Is this the new world that I begin to see, someone show me how to believe? This is no end just a new humble beginning with in my mind, just set me free with grand new wings, Never again will I be there my friend, don't stand there idly by, be there with me now, I don't know what to make of this, a new start that feels like family, So familiar but yet so odd… I search for something, that I know, As we all stand unified as one to resist the olden ways so sure that what we do will empower this new world.

When angels speak, we stand eager to listen to the Pharisees couldn't see of what they speak, Never again don't speak a word, as cries resonate, the fear grows and one will know, Who's to say the world is done, stand back a bit and take a look before the world is gone, Just say the words we need to hear, don't hold back, keep the light up, just stay away from me… We look to the sky when angels die, to watch them fly, as they try to survive, When the last one falls we sing to them all, there is no other end to this great fall, Run and hide there's no one alive, why can't I cry of all those who died, why? Can't I just fade away to th

        The days are gone before the son, night covering us all there is nothing that I see that leads me to believe that the end is near, so why don't you take my hand and we'll walk away to the places we knew before the world went black, like the sky in the heavens above. Angel's blood runs down my face, as tears begin to fall, there is no other way to see it all, I need to run from the sin that's in my veins there no cure for these deeds the end is coming because,  The days are gone before the son, night covering us all there is nothing that I see that leads me to believe that the end is near, so why don't you take my hand and we'll wa

 A day full of blurs, it's hard for me to recall it. I'm an 18 year old high school student nearing the end of my last semester. One day I was in my basement working on a creative writing paper for my obsequious English teacher. I was having a difficult time with creating the characters I was going to use for the paper; it was maddening to me how such a simple task had become an undesired chore unpleasing to the mind. It took me days, hours just to think of a way to word this opening. While I was typing away giving my thoughts life on paper I heard the door to the house open. Thinking nothing of it at the time I continued to work on the assig