It might sound crazy, and it might be the meds..
But I’m glad I gave up true crime.
What you let into your head matters,, and I was listening to the most horrible people.
I was spectating their unspeakable sins.
I was an audience member to it, for a very long time..
(curiosity is curiosity..)
Yeah..but to what end?
What was I learning?
That monsters are out there?
I already knew that.
That some of them are very smart?
I knew that too.
Maybe the battle between good and evil Starts with your ears.
Starts with your eyes..
The mind is everything, it is the most precious possession you carry..and I was..I was…
Picturing the terrible.
The true stories…
For months and months and months..years .
I gained nothing from that act.
(you can spot spirits in people)
I could already do that..
I gained nothing, from knowing those stories… Just perverted entertainment.. voyeurism..
(it’s no fun till someone dies – vicarious)
No.
That lyric is a fallacy..
Maybe In the right context..but no.. The writer was wrong..to me..
I know the difference between right and wrong.
And I want right ..so…
It was good to knock it off with that shit.
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dawn 