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They lurk in shadows.
Swirling, toneless throbbing.
The voices of the damned.
Waiting within.
The greatest of us will die.
Meet the voices within.
Even stars go out.
They talk to you.
Stop. Wait. Don't.
What it all adds up to
Is that you are worthless.
The worst part is,
Sometimes you even agree with them.
- by Blame it On the Penguin |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/25/2009 |
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