Creep

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Creep



filter through the inner mind where solace binds and reason is there for I hear inner voices in my head with choices the junkie on the street searches for his pay a noble church goer bows there
head to pray there are marks of discovery in each of us yet I'm half the man I used to be falling by the road side scattered in my mind it's the fortaste of things to come a world undone the
twilight sun has tainted my inner vision sought after fix the issues inside hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise twisted lies with no surprise a vision of crystal clear twilight tripping
out in the forest green moss scattered by the features it is hard to hold on one more trip & I'll be gone



yet I'm not dead the forest has trees through the breeze a sorted cosic debris of fallen emblems tuck back the vision down deep inside this forest has a stone carved pattern inside my heart
permeates through the duration of reason words can be lost if not chosen right a black cat leads me to a pool of water where I quench my thirst look back at the vision in the water I see a face
voices in my head its the walking dead yet I like it when they talk about love call it fate I call it a reason for being in the changing of the season



we run to and fro into the outer banks of the forest dead flowers all around with emmense changes the cloven asps of suspicion you got to get away bones of skulls permeate the textual lining some
say I think to much in are world in quite a rush getting ready for the heavy push to take us over the edge the intense heat of fleeting passion the zombies of sex are at your door screaming of
exhalted primitive choice living in caged fury so why should I wonder

Submitted: September 26, 2017

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filter through the inner mind

where solace binds and reason is there

for I hear inner voices in my head with choices

the junkie on the street searches for his pay

a noble church goer bows there head to pray

there are marks of discovery in each of us

yet I'm half the man I used to be

falling by the road side scattered in my mind

it's the fortaste of things to come

a world undone

the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision

sought after fix the issues inside

hide behind a false hidden garb of compromise

twisted lies with no surprise

a vision of crystal clear twilight

tripping out in the forest

green moss scattered by the features

it is hard to hold on one more trip & I'll be gone

?

yet I'm not dead the forest has trees through the breeze

a sorted cosic debris of fallen emblems

tuck back the vision down deep inside

this forest has a stone carved pattern inside

my heart permeates through the duration of reason

words can be lost if not chosen right

a black cat leads me to a pool of water where I quench my thirst

look back at the vision in the water I see a face

voices in my head its the walking dead

yet I like it when they talk about love

call it fate I call it a reason for being in the changing of the season

?

we run to and fro into the outer banks of the forest

dead flowers all around with emmense changes

the cloven asps of suspicion you got to get away

bones of skulls permeate the textual lining

some say I think to much

in are world in quite a rush

getting ready for the heavy push

to take us over the edge

the intense heat of fleeting passion

the zombies of sex are at your door

screaming of exhalted primitive choice

living in caged fury so why should I wonder


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