Matt Lewis Biography

My nature is bleak
I am the way I am
The front faces outwards there is peace here
A surface of tranquil wax
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I sit, I stare one thousand yards, i'm still
I'm still here, but not still, anxious, checking, waiting
I'm angry, empty, fighting thoughts
I don't give up, not yet, small hope
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Hollow, I have to fill this void.
Emptiness is sapping at my will.
Frantic clutching at straws to make it stop.
I'll do anything for it to end.
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I don't pay heed to my past.
I move and shift. Get my distractions.
At any cost I must carry on, never reflecting.
In the wake of my needs people collect their thoughts.
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I could lay here forever.
If only I could stop thinking.
I could lay here forever and rest.
My thoughts won't slow.
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