Minds We Think
The minds we think. Partners with the voices in our head. The thoughts of death. The ones we dread.
Dreams we create. Scary stories alone. Wanted not lost. But without a soul.
Déjà vu, our forgotten thoughts. Maybe the secrets we have lost. A scary tell without a tale. Missing the wife in a pretty gown and vail.
Perfection like loss is never right. They're never finished; over yet. It is not reasonable, why it had to be so. I's just one of those things like death.
Beauty, an overused word, in an overused world. A ballerina spinning out of control. Beauty's on the inside, although you shouldn't belive that shit. With the influence of beauty, we've shot out, bad roll.
The thoughts that replay in my head. Secrets, voices, love in mind. But how I think is when I'm dead. People won't care about my kind.
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