can you truly see.. or do you just post how you feel onto the image before your eyes. pretend to understand. feel the words are depression in your head, hearing only your voice as my voice whispers screams silently demanding to be heard, to be left alone and not alone all at once. As I lay here drowning in this world not for me, not for you but for the heartless millions, dollars on the signs, not a single soul among the faces in the crowd, not a single hand reaching through the waves so loud. Voices screaming the hate all around the greed devouring values to the ground... And I hear you scream what about me, me me and me and me and me, what out there for me to obtain, as I walk away, noises all around. Hey is anybody home, has anybody wasted tears...
Kaloriinn, James Mason
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Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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