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light this lamp
to guide the way
take my hand
and drag away

drag me down

down into a lie
I wish to deny
bled every mile
of blinding denial

please no more

shatter the lamp
ignore the way
so fun, mystery
the dark holds sway

remove my eyes

to see is a lie
I always deny
scream all the while
in precious denial

I need more
I need more

glass, cut out these tongues
right out of my wounded ears
one on each side, so loud
make more noise, so much

to pull me apart

so give me a lie
please, I can't deny
so long on this isle
of empty denial

wake up
please
wake up
please
wake up

I can not stop
I lie to myself
can't make it stop
I'm killing myself
©2006-2009 ~Evisceral
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i was analysing the last black-out subconscious craziness thing i posted, and i interpreted what i thuoght it meant relating to these recent events.
this is that interpretation.
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This one speaks to me right now...Its as though I wish I could wake up from the denial I have about a whole bunch of shit...but it never comes...I just keep denying it...yes I like this one...:clap:

Steph

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"To tell you the truth, I'm not even that hungry...but when I see those marbles, I just lose it."
yes, denial is something, i cant grasp, though ive found its a huge part of my life.
it came due to my leaving my most recent girlfriend after finding out about how shes been lieing to me so much.
but i ALWAYS knew she was, i KNEW she was a dishonest person, and i loved her for it, and i put myself in denial, and i know i put myself in denial about most things, i lie to myself on a daily basis just to survive, and being confronted with the "truth" questioned the very fabric of my mental system, which made me go insane for a while.

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Come, with the indigo children
Its strange how sometimes we love someone so much who is entirely dysfunctional and lie to ourselves about they're dysfunction, whether it is in believing they'll change with more help or simply denying that its there at all, and then suddenly come to realize that a major part of why we love them and/ or are so attracted to them is BECAUSE of their dysfunction. I've spent years trying to figure that one out...still haven't managed to do it.

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father blessed them all with reason, and this is what they choose
monkey killing monkey killing monkey over pieces of the ground
silly monkeys given thumbs they forge a blade
and then theres one bound to divide it
right in two
heh yeah like my most recent ex (who i broke up with a few days before i wrote this) was really surprised when i informed her of what i thought about her.
i told her "you are a sad, angry, manipulative, liar hiding behind a mask of niceness...and i love that about you"
heh.
i dont want a perfect person, imperfection to match imperfection and "cancel" it out, or so it seems to me.

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Come, with the indigo children
perfection is an illusion and even if it did exist it would be so boring and undesirable. but i've realized there's a huge difference between wanting a "perfect" mate and just wanting someone who isn't a sociopath or a borderline personality, or even more, someone who doesn't use those qualities vindictively and sadistically, which seems pretty hard to find these days. haha.

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Shine on forever, shine on benevolent sun.
Shine down upon the severed shine until the two become one.
Breathe in union.

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