Internal Horror

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There's screaming

In every way you look.

You can't escape until you

Find the truth.

Phantom knives dive into your skin,

And phantom agony fills your blood

With never-ending torture.

Where has sanity gone?

Where has love gone?

Living in your own world

Of pure fantasy 

And hatred.

Where will you be in ten years?

You think dead,

They think alive,

But we know where you'll be.

Screaming where the rest of them are. 

Because you finally realise, 

That the screams you hear are 

Your own very screams.

You're trapped in a looping paradox.

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25/10/15


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