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Come clean, Alex
written by Trapezium11:25 AM 10/31/04| I'm dead, I'm alive, make up your fucking mind! You pretend to kill yourself and take a break, you want to get back to playing those games, so you ask yourself, how do I get back? It would be easiest if you cut us all some slack, we all knew you were alive, a notebook, grand idea! Oh dear, you can't write about progression or changes, you can't write about time through the ages, why not pretend, I'm alive again? Yeah good idea, we know it all anyway, why don't you just come clean, tell the truth for once, would you hurt someone you love so much? First me, Chris, lovely_suicide and a new guy, he's 20, you're 12, he's going to war, you're going to hell. Stop with the new accounts, stop with the crazy u2u's, you're Chris, you're Al, you're some crazy fucking bitch! The only way you'd use a knife, is for cookery, you'd never take your life, don't try to cause conflict or strife, we all knew the truth, you're living a lie. Why deny? You can't die, then come back alive, it's impossible, go slip yourself into a coma, then you'll know what death feels like, oh yeah, sorry you do, you were brought back to life. Did a fucking pheonix cry in your face, no, you're a fucking disgrace, you tell me to leave you, to shut the fuck up, 2 minutes later you say "talk soon", I know it's you, it's not your fucking spirit. You never even went to hospital, and what was that, "oh my heart hurts", don't lie, bitch! When you get heartbroekn, it doesn't feel like a heart attack, it's depression, painful regression, not a knife to your heart, they're metapors for a start. "My head's spinning, I just knocked myself out", that was quick, bitch, you were talking to me two minutes ago, I'm not stupid, witch, don't act like you don't know, if I'm killing you, look what you done to me, a hundred and one poems, and still you didn't see, don't you realise, I don't care, why not kill yourself on camera, the camera never lies right? Go take your life tonight, you'll pick up the knife, then realise in fright, you can't take your life, you'll kill your new love, which one? The crazy manic bastard with a proverbial gun, yeah you know I mean you, you just love yourself, do us a favour and take action for your words, go die and join the stars, except you wont shine, because Alex, you were never mine. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Morbid Angel (10-31-2004 - 11:50 AM)
| fucking awesome, Well said x |
by dacode05 (11-1-2004 - 02:54 AM)
| either you're too damn fine or the girl needs self-esteem therapy...love your poems!!! |
by ThePersistenceOfMemory (11-1-2004 - 03:48 AM)
by Genocide Reaper (11-1-2004 - 05:26 AM)
| *takes the first place Spot and hands it to Kahno.* Fucking Rock on bro. |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-6-2004 - 02:09 PM)
| OMG, a poem by you thats actually okay. *bangs head on wall* DAMN |
by Trapezium (11-6-2004 - 05:43 PM)
| And you have read anything close to half of my poems? Haha you're a bad liar. If you ask practically everyoine that reads my poetyry, how good it is. They will tell you it's brilliant. I don't like to brag but there's only about 10 good poets on zenhex. I am one of them. |
by bloodlyvalentine (11-7-2004 - 09:54 AM)
| haha, daym u brag alooot dude, do u wanna read some good poetry then dude? coz i gotta good site |
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