MIDNIGHT
Why do I wake up every night in a cold sweat? A piece of glass in my skin, I still hold it, I would choose the outcome of events where I would live in peace, I'm still crawlin' 'cause of a shard in my knee, Life makes you cry, even if it's beautiful, Life will be bored with wealth to a bare skull, All my actions are cruel, I ain't care about others, what I want, THEN I DO, What's the matter to everyone in what DIRECTION AM I MOVIN'? This is my life, BITCH, BUT NOT YOURS... You see, I’m my own master, and it destroys me. I am out of control and do what kills me and harms others. Midnight is just a signal by which I go hunting. Hunting is my peculiar concept. Simply put, I'm becoming a maniac. I'mma simple beast... HAHA Open my closet an' see a bunch of weapons, It seems to me that my feelings are dead now, If my feelings die they won't be reborn, I don't need a hypocritical sad love, Every midnight I break kill records, I got money and get growth, From life I received a kinda reward, They think I'mma poser, and life doesn't hurt, They don’t know the cause of my bleedin' scars, Everybody call me cursed, In my pocket I always have a wallet, NOBODY WILL QUENCH MY HUNGER AT NIGHT...
2020-07-10 05:02:17
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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