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In this world
written by Genocide Reaper09:01 AM 1/5/05| I sit here and ponder, I cannot help but let my mind go off and wander. Lurking in the shadows of life, as it leaves foot prints in the sand of time. Here I am yet again, writing to you with the means of no means. Here I am once again, letting it all be seen. Found beneath the tree of apathy, and its branches showing off its endless families. Caution is taken without a worry. Calmly dip myself into the melody, ease this mental strain out of the river of misery. Once again, I come out on top, after waging a war against myself. As we all one day have to do. Place our evil other on the shelf, keep harm from our self. I contemplate all of this breeding hatred. I bleed to try and answer the question. Who hurt me and why, yet I already realize, before I ask. That it is me, for I am my own worst enemy, brutal attacks without mercy. My own murder is inside. The killers hands are not tied, for not now, they are not bound. Even as I lye here bleeding on the ground, my hands are red, as I stand above myself looking down, looking at a hollow man, with a bruised head. This is a memory that comes with the whiskey. Two of me, and none of you. I'm here all alone, in this world. This is what I do. |
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I don't expect anyone to understand it.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by devilchild01 (1-5-2005 - 11:49 AM)
| are you trying to say you have found yourself and are happy with who you are or am i miles off the meaning behind your words |
by (anonymous) (1-22-2005 - 06:31 PM)
| luv it and i understand it on my own dark level. u'll make the biggest impact on whatever we call this society. |
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