Deterioting inside my mind, quietly forming the end of time
i see the things different, I see the things wrong
nothing is shown right, I walk the different direction
i poison my self, in hope to find a cure to my pathetic time
under the soft and mellow noise, is hidden in distinct form of the opposite
a painted picture with it's different and understated meaning
subminal,
i hid my emotion, and show my fake
mentally..tearing myself apart, pushing it aside...
the pain of fading is a drift
swaying away, the moments of my shadow under the cold dusk
the whispers of the pale unknown ghost.
truthfully lying, about how life is pleasant,
with thoughts and thoughts of the brighter side
and only to find myself in the vague shadows
quietly, decaying
sitting back away fading
backwards and abstract feeling
i'm dying, quietly.
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Submission Name: Quiet
