I've not been feeling
well.
Dreams are nonexistence, torture of my Nightmares is my only
rest.
Those lost to me have been calling me, "Justin, Justin"
is all I hear.
I look but nothing is to be found, even in solitude.
My heart still aches and no scapegoat is visible.
Those who dictate me use my rewards and have me on
puppet's strings,
I reach out but the strings keep me down.
But, I Will Wait until my strings snap and I am
free,
I will find my own Rewards to cherish when
the Time Is Right
My heart will heal over this bruise and come to Love
again.
When I look again I will find, Not Now But In The Future
Those who call my name is One I'm sure, as a Juliet in
the distance.
My dreams with I will laugh as my nightmares dissapate
I will feel well, More Over Time, Later For
Sure.
I've not been feeling well. Dreams are nonexistence, torture
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Apr 17, 2013 12:51pm
