Dead by the day
Sleepless at night
I slay at pretending
But I'm loosing the fight.
Walking an invisible path
I have conflicted thoughts
Deeds are all contradictions,
I'm constantly at odds.
Love sounds fake,
Faith to me is strange,
Life looks extremely bizarre,
All I want is darkness in my range.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
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