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Can you hear me?
Or am I just screaming inward?
Is your mind wiped away?
With a blood-stained cloth?
Is your heart stuck in insomniac?
Can it see my face before you walk out the door?
Does it seep through dreams?
Am I close enough to touch?
Can you feel my heart beating my chest?
Can you taste the scent of my breath?
Does it leave you intoxicated?
Can you hear my whisper?
What does it say?
Is it good?
Is it bad?
Does your presence scare me?
Do you see me fleeing?
How can I feel freedom?
Do you still care?
Do I still question?
Does my lost soul still live?
©2007-2009 ~VanComic
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I don't know. I thought of a memory at a time I was scared in the presence of someone. I can only pray that my fear will fade.

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:iconshadowwalker1013:
Probing, serious, important questions.

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Oppression, quiet and Repressed
Swept under the seams
the bed of the acquiesced
where we sleep, insomniac dreams
:iconvancomic:
Based off of a true situation.

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"Just when you make your way back home
I find some time to be alone
I go to see the place once more
Just like a thousands nights before"-When The Smoke Is Going Down
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I don't like the last line in this piece of mine. It just bugs me for some reason.

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"Just when you make your way back home
I find some time to be alone
I go to see the place once more
Just like a thousands nights before"-When The Smoke Is Going Down
:iconshadowwalker1013:
It could probably use some tweaking, maybe it's too melodramatic?

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Oppression, quiet and Repressed
Swept under the seams
the bed of the acquiesced
where we sleep, insomniac dreams

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