Can't bare the pressure.
Can't bare the pain.
Can't bare the tourture.
It's driving me insane.
I think that I'm addicted;
I crave the kiss of the blade.
I think that I have lost it;
Lives that can't be saved.
I'm hearing voices.
I'm seeing shadows.
I think I might just scream.
I never eat.
I never sleep.
I know this isn't a dream.
I see the blood.
I feel the burn.
Yet no remorse or regret.
I think that I'm addicted;
I crave the kiss of the blade.
I think that I have lost it;
Lives that can't be saved.
No turning back.
Can't stop the clock.
It's ticking faster now.
Heart beat's racing.
Blood is pacing.
The end's in sight right now.
Three Cheers!
To a last goodbye!
A loss of sanity!
And the end of mortality!
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Diary of the Midnight Rider
Only a meager glimpse into the wanderings of my mind, and the works that such wanderings create when written with a pen.
Editors note: Many of these poems, and thoughts, come without a date; however most of these aren't too recent. Alot of this st
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