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Thoughts about You
I remember the late nights I lay awake thinking about you.
Your smile
Your eyes
Your hair
The way you looked at me when I was heavily intoxicated.
You were laughing.
Not the “I’m sorry for you laughing”
But the genuine laughing.
(With a smile that could light up the world)
The memory makes me think we dated
But that’s a silly thought.
So many of my thoughts surrounded you.
It w...
Wednesday 20th July 2016 9:44 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:34 pm
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