Voices

I sit on my own

in my small black room,

a single rose laying on my lap. I listen to the music pouring out my stereo and I think out the world outside my small black room, filled with evil nasty faces of people out to get me, out to torture me, to meek life living hell.

Just for people who are diferend... as i think.

I sharing in to the corner and hug my knees close to my chest.

Losing my self in my world of paranoia and lonlines, in a world foll of black roses surrounding me, with peircing thorns, wait in to pierce in to my skin in to my heart.

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