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I stand with little feeling,
clinging helplessly to my breath
As my hands tremble sharply,
I silently wish for death
Silence becomes my enemy
Unknown becomes my fear
My mind continues racing,
but my body is still right here
Pressure builds upon me
I feel The World's piercing eyes
I'm unsensible, unsociable
while covered up in lies
Emotions are not an option,
they all have disappeared
They lurk in the fog,
awaiting rebirth
but for now all fog has cleared
- by The Umbrella Society |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/16/2008 |
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- Title: What's left of feeling
- Artist: The Umbrella Society
- Description: I wrote this about a year again when I was very depressed. I'm not quite like this anymore, but I thought it was good. be brutal and completely honest...thanks:D
- Date: 07/16/2008
- Tags: whatsleftoffeeling
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- Ace Ryn Knight - 07/16/2008
- I like the flow if this, though it feels a bit rough near the end. The imagery is striking.
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