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Post by DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY on May 5, 2010 0:14:14 GMT
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Post by DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY on May 5, 2010 0:45:14 GMT
DEPERSONALIZATION Day One Like a movie.
What you see on the screen is what you get.
Bright lights that transcend around your stage.
Everyone acting in a dream like state.
Sometimes they all sound like they're robots.
Gears running through them, breaking down at times, needing oil.
But you're there.
Only, you feel like you're not.
Imagine it!
Seeing yourself act on stage!
Amazing! Fun! Every little kids dream, right?
But if you're up there....
Where are you?
Why can't you feel yourself moving?
Why does it feel like people are blurry?
Over the clouds and into your sleep?
Don't you enjoy watching yourself?
Where the images are fucked up and never clear?
The nightmares where you can't wake up.
You feel dead.
Like an empty bottle of wine.
You sipped it down with your last breath.
And now you can't breathe.
But that's because you're not there.
Were you ever there?
Isn't that movie just an illusion?
Maybe you never existed.
Maybe you're just an empty carcass.
Maybe this facade means you have no name.
A person that doesn't have a name doesn't have a face.
Doesn't have a voice. Doesn't have fame.
Your existence is gone.
Can you even feel the pain in not being alive?
Nope. Never.
Cause if you were never there, there was never the pain to feel.
There was never any recognition of your soul.
So how do you look for yourself when there's nothing to find?
You don't. You just watch the projector until it runs out.
You don't know if you're there or if you're simply someone's dream.
People just miraculously fade like the ending movie scene.
And nothing's clear. The receptions blurred.
'Cause you're not there.
You never were. [/blockquote][/justify] -Dustin |
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Post by DUSTIN SKY HALLIDAY on May 11, 2010 23:49:53 GMT
ESCAPE Day Three
Wanting to leave but can't get away
Sanctuary torn down and thrown into decay
You feel sick
Because your escape has vanished
You don't know how to cope in your heart
You look for a way out but don't know where to start
You feel let down
Because there's on one to help
No where to run so you walk alone
Ignoring the pain that lingers in your soul
How does it feel?
To know you've lost your internal home
Seeing the faces painted fake with a mask
All you do is strife with anyone that's left
You feel lost
Because the people you cared for are gone
You're empty as if you were stoned,
Hiding away in a place unknown
You feel dead
Because your existence never mattered as much as they said
[/blockquote][/justify] -Dustin |
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