Written by mcfcwolf and HastyWordsThe noise was too loud inside my head the sounds reverberated like a dozen beat boys speaking street My vein so punctured that the beat of my heart was critically low yet these sounds like stars at night they show me which way to go Who is this inside my head? Fuck I don’t know All I do know is that my mind feels like a house party full of strangers leaving nothing but trash Anxious thoughts and atrocious ideas convince me I may be close to dead then I re read what I just wrote then I tied the knot and this rope around my neck stepped onto the back yard deck where all these strangers left empty broken bottles And I hung those voices until they were dead And nothing but silence remained inside my head And nothing in my lungs but sting and regret
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An intense write.>KB
Powerful. And it describes so well. Love it!
Wow…this is an incredibly powerful piece. Well done.
Awesome work you guys! – I loved the part “beat boys speaking street”
Forever lost without reason our minds are our own
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So dark ..
Intense and captivating. Dark and powerful.
Thank you ALL I enjoyed very much the duet experience
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Amazing! One of my favorites so far.
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