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Hollow TrustHollow Trust
An abnormality of society;
the center of pain -
unable to trust anybody;
people - they're all the same.
Shadows around me take forms of power;
an unwelcoming sense of fear.
Controlling the thoughts, the shadows,
unable to handle the pressure.
Unable to survive the ensnare.
Rights, opportunities, are all but a mist;
an inseparable fog, with impossible density.
To live each day, by day, refusing to pry.
To die in the soul, refusing to cry.
Gatherings of thoughts, gathering of lies;
nothing makes sense, nothing to surprise.
Words through a whisper, like the taunting of death,
enraging my mind, and enthicken the mist.
Improper control; decision to seek,
particular sounds, though unable to see,
my mind, it's alone,
my mind tries to speak.
Glorys' a falsity, wandering light.
It gets hard to see when the truth is a lie.
A meek decision, a pathetic choice,
but what else to do,
when theres no where to run.
Its impossible to find
what my minds
Omnipotent SoldiersOmnipotent Soldiers
Life is measured against eternity,
needlessly wasted upon howls of insanity.
Blood rush and hysteria drains;
All this substitutes a losing war.
A solution, the problem; cause of weak mortality.
Neglect on substantial tolerance;
A limitless drifting of the splinter of bones,
the shower of blood.
Deify or disperse;
an option with hidden prospect.
Imprisoned by inequality,
soulless in this world of seclusion.
Their weapons, their minds;
an intensive expectancy to prey upon.
Pray for the living, Prey for the dead.
No sanctuary for those that are forsaken.
An effective evaluation for these hollowed beings.
No freedom, no hope;
they are all external factors,
No need to raise your brow.
These shadows of soldiers,
Pushed forward against their enforcing will.
No time to run, no time to hide.
A war, the war, is waged within the soul.
The soldiers fight this losing war,
a deteriating force among the torn.
The moon will shine upon the corpse,
the dead will nay to be reme
State of AnxietyState of anxiety
A quickening of the heart,
the blood rushing through veins,
like small winding canals.
Thoughts of paranoia and helplessness,
rushing around the mind.
A subconscious deed at times,
attempting to connect with this reality.
People and their faces pass you by;
the insisting question digs at your sides:
"Who are you, and why me?"
Communication becomes a problem,
for these entities speak not,
but speak not of these entities,
as they are only fuel for this state.
Pupils dilate as hands presperate.
Short of breath and long on time;
Where are my rights?
Where is my being?
These people, these faces,
though still a blur,
are much clearer now.
The beat is steady
and breaths controlled.
A state represented without will,
no access to withdraw;
Deadlocked in contract.
These problems will respond in time,
When shall my choices be defined?
When does my life become instinctively mine?
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