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Swaying, thinking, loseing.
written by Genocide Reaper11:18 PM 11/19/04| Swaying to the rythem in my mind. Feeling all of these insane ideas deep inside. I can't take this as I feel so weak and tired, my eyes want to close, yet I hear your echo, and I get these visions of a pornoholic dream. Of my own. Now how can I deal with these issues if I cannot seem to find the time to explain, all of my memorys of being in the park, in the dark, with you, but without you and with friends of mine, doing stupid teenage destructive shit, being so high and paranoid I'm thinking of this and I don't know why. Cut a little piece of my spirit and cook it over a blue flame, eat it and learn it well, its a lesson that I should never tell. Too control the connection and redirect the question, all of this for you, over you. I don't know what I am suppose to do with all of these thoughts in my tired, weakening mind. I just feel like picking up the nearby pistol and ending my life, but I'm not suicidal just a little sinical. I can't seem to escape the feeling of pushing away into silence, I pull back, and become dragged away, I am no more the same way. Something has changed, and the demons cannot be cast out. So as you lye awake alone in bed, just try not to wake the Angels when you scream and shout. |
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A lot of different things on my mind.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode05 (11-19-2004 - 11:23 PM)
by (anonymous) (11-20-2004 - 02:19 AM)
| wel genocide reaper, i jus started looking at things here on zenhex and your name stood right out when i went to the poems section. I've only read this one and a few more of your writings, but i believe that you are an amazing writer. You should seriously think about publishing some of this. From, a fan of your's Jakt the Xenocide (not genocide) |
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