Friday, September 6, 2013

Deceased

The enemy
the only place I feel at home
The best and worse

All I hear is thoughts
All I can see is sounds
All I feel is nothing

I listen but nothing is to be heard
I move there are no walls
I wonder where I am

This is wonderful
This is what I wanted
This I never wished for

Why do I hate everything
Why did I ever think of this
Why is this so sought after

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