That's what happens when you're alive, that's what happens when you're dead. Picking the scabs from past lies, your touch burns my skin. Feeling less than dead inside, depression sets in suicidal thoughts pentetrate my mind, raping my memories. Dropping like flies to the sound of screams deep within nightmares of sin. Seeing corpses, feeling undead, dying, crying, spying upon the emtions within. Scratching at the walls inside my mind. Believing that this s**t used to be so kind. Feel like s**t, beaten, broken, bruised, look inside and see how you're being used. Shadows lurk around you, thoughts creep like fear. But thats what happens when you're alive my dear, thats what happens when you're dead.
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It may be all made up, but its all of my stories and shorts i've ever come up with, and may have some poems.
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