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this room
written by SilentScreamsofDeath11:03 PM 10/3/04This stagnant room,
Air currents full of exhaled breath
Full of souls' death.
Putrescent with broken illusions-
Lost innocence.
This room's a mess
Hate going around no less,
Full of souls' death;
Vampire sucking life dry-
Dear monotony.
Walls sweat blood
Phantom frozen tears in flood,
Full of souls' death.
Aura colored with desperate need-
Primitive drive.
This poem sucks,
Everything's worth a coupla bucks;
Full of souls death;
Greed choking, unfulfilling,need-
Base addiction.
The spinnning walls
My agonizing perspicacity, reality falls
Full of souls' death,
I pass out from lack of vitality-
Dead living. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
cry me a fuckin' river build a bridge and get over it then do the world a favor and fall in
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