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Short thought and sadness with fight
written by Genocide Reaper09:56 PM 11/18/04| I sit and play this piano the best I can, expressing how I feel. And I'll pick up my guitar later to get it right and make it deep. Just to let myself know theres no place I cannot go. I feel alone empty and cold. I have plenty of scars and I have more than enough bad memories, but I still I continue to fight. I wake in the middle of the night to find myself looking for some more booze. My neck is inside of the noose. Theres not a single reason why I should care to grasp the love and make sure I do caress. I don't have anything else to say. Except that Hopefully I'm on my way. I know I'm not getting any where with this. I know I'll probably be another nameless dead man in a few years. It'd be better than sitting here and wasteing away alone and cold. All these thoughts which cross my mind. I cut myself, but its just not the same. I rip into the past and try to run but I cannot turn. I cannot escape the gun. My lifes rampage isn't done. All the things Iv seen, and all the places Iv been. Only God knows. One more thought, one more battle fought. I'll do as the voices speak. I'll never give into so I can be weak. The Damage has come, and my rampage isn't done. |
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