die away madman
slit the silent son's throat
to help me rise
above the fears
my past continues to throw
in my face,
but lets not let
the aftermath be wasted

my voice forsaken
just another journal
of a lost
confused and beaten child
taking on the connotations
of a lunatic

feeling happy these days

it makes me sick

seeing the tragic in your lies
i've sweated my soul away
i've soured above it all
touched realms that
are now a part of me
all in a day

my notebook is my slave

there isn't any where i can stay
without drowing in my own salvation

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