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Drowning
I write from the heart,
NO! I listen to the voices in my head
And act as a ghostwriter,
They say things I wouldn't dare to utter
But I ink it all down.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's not my story but the Voices,
They act as shadowy souls
With their ghostly presence,
They haunt me whole.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the man behind the door
Tip toeing into my room
Lingering in the corner longer than expected,
Waiting as he watches his prey.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the uninvited guest
That has settled in the walls of a place I call home,
Unwanted,
He welcomes me into a shallow world.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the memories
Bleeding, crying and scratching,
LET ME GO!,
LET ME OUT!
I write from the heart,
'No you don't
Because you know it will hurt more,
Sleep now and put on that smile'
A story yet to be told
© bhengu ss
NO! I listen to the voices in my head
And act as a ghostwriter,
They say things I wouldn't dare to utter
But I ink it all down.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's not my story but the Voices,
They act as shadowy souls
With their ghostly presence,
They haunt me whole.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the man behind the door
Tip toeing into my room
Lingering in the corner longer than expected,
Waiting as he watches his prey.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the uninvited guest
That has settled in the walls of a place I call home,
Unwanted,
He welcomes me into a shallow world.
I write from the heart,
NO! it's the memories
Bleeding, crying and scratching,
LET ME GO!,
LET ME OUT!
I write from the heart,
'No you don't
Because you know it will hurt more,
Sleep now and put on that smile'
A story yet to be told
© bhengu ss
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