I'm relaxed in my bones
Tortured in my mind
Confused in my soul
Smothered by the mask
Release my bones to breathe
The shadows of my past grip tighter
Doomed to spend life in fear
Grasping for existence in the eyes of others
A ghost in my age
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Author:
ScatterMax (
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A great write to explicate the compounding of darkness when one lives in a void absent of any metaphysical light. Seek the light of the transcendent Lord through this simple prayer: "God make haste to reveal yourself to me."
Good piece of writing there. Succinct! Is it heartfelt or imagined? Beware of folk trying to lead you down a brainwashed path (coughs.... whistles innocently).
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