Bored Mind

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Break though the darkness and scream my name.

In this unholy game.

Fear what you cannot see and scream at what you
can.

Hear the sounds that drive you insane with each vocal echoing through your bones, taking you to the ground.

Never look back for fear of an attack from the
shadows created by the fading light.

Never burning so bright.

Seek out those that can not help.

Seek out those that will not cry out.

Search for a way out.

Look through the darkness in doubt.

Hold your cross.

For you are loss.

Lost in my maze.

In his ink black haze.

Scared out of your mind.

With no time.

Left to reach for.

And like before.

You're alone.
I can see you from a far, always from a far.

Never letting me get close, like before.

The dead souls scream.

And you think of this as a dream.

I'm here in your words.

Waiting at the door.

But you blow past me.

Like I'm not seen.

And you laugh in grief.

In disbelief.

But I have done what you could not.

For fear of a rotting lot.

Taken so my lives without a care.

Still can not bare.

This loving heart for you.

Now my love turns to hate.

And I debate.

For your life.

Or you as my wife.

To keep you alive.

Or to send you to hell.

And spend my life in a cell.

The rules will not bend.

And its getting time to end.

Made up my mind.

With some time.

You'll be happy after all.

My little Baby Doll.

Cause after all, this is a poem for you.

Not to make you blue.

But the creation of a morbid mind.

Funny how I made this rhyme.

Well, the end is here.

And do not fear.

Cause this was just something I wrote.

And not in a boat.

I needed something to rhyme,

like not spending my dime.

Well, it was fun.

But now I'm done.

And I hope you liked it.


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