Who are you?
hiding in the cyber world
writing words…
providing no answers
deciphering thoughts by
reading between the lines
still answers are just an anomaly
so many years in the gutter
destroyed by ones own abuse
a warped mind with distorted visions
living in a world… all alone
a sociopath… a psychopath…
a path with no returns
an outer realm of peace
an inner view to shame
a cool day sitting on a park bench
reliving memories…
screams of the past…
always invade
needing a new life…
with new thoughts
but the old ways…
always say… NO
dreams eventually turn sour
the nightmares? all to real
can a reality be found…
from the panics of the past
and the illusions of the future?
or… is it even possible
without a present?
no longer an innocent child
playing childish games
from the minute we learn to walk
we’re one step closer to our Maker
tick tock… tick tock…
is that the only answer
to make the insanity stop?
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