By Moall   

Interest in all things have elapsed
All that was a blessing is a blooming disaster
Out to target any wrong in ones self
Paranoid feelings make believe any delusional thought a reality
Running constantly through a battle field it seems
Buckles a knot in a very odd place making a very odd sense of black holes
Empty all around thy don't know,thy won't know, thy just try to sabotage

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Just something I wrote in 2011