Faulty vault of fearA Poem by Anonymous -
Starting to feel like this loaded gun is about to pull the trigger ,
I'm seeing the movie fade to black , The clock striking twelve , And my minds getting lost in the hay stack , But I'm the prick you'll prick if you put your hand in the grass , What's with the excuses and justifications that justifies my attitudes , Must need a bottle , cause I'm whining , And I cut the cheese , so they smell the bullshit I espouse , I'm questioning my realities reality , cause my nightmare is my day dream , But I'm screaming when I awake , Can't fake that , but I'll fake what love I got , It expires in an hour , I heard you say , oh how you express yourself , But all I'm seeing is another opportunity to grab that soul and twist the knife , You say oh how you're such a nice guy , but all I see is an opportunity , An opportunist I am , so be my muse , But know , My muses are the reflection of my projection that has a loaded gun , And the bullet is what's choked on , Thoughts and beliefs regurgitated like a soulless zombie , So take my words like a grain of salt and eat it , Taste the bitter sweetness of a soul full of angst , Cause the day I grow a heart , I'll ask for a double by pass , pass out , pass the knife to the left , Cut deeper , bleed more , smile less and address the issues of my faults , Locked in a vault of fear , An endless illusion my ego uses to trap my heart , soul and mind © 2015 Anonymous -Reviews
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