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I can see it
written by Genocide Reaper11:09 PM 2/9/05| I can see it now, through my tired, restless eyes. The gimmick they create, to suck us dry. All of the shit they use, to ring you for all the money you're worth. In my sleepless mind, I can see my own anger, in my minds eye, I can see the trigger. The question has come... I won't answer yet. I feel it now. Its a mimic of the world, a mimicking life, a style of suicide. Running in circles. Running faster. Running no where. Just deeper into the truth that has become clear. Out of luck, dry, you've been sucked.. In my minds eye. I can see it, the trigger, and the person pointing the finger. What a linger, does MY finger do, around the TRIGGER, pull.. Another idiot dead. Another gimmick dead. Another mimic. Dead. One less, idiot to see. One more dead voice screaming in my head. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by xx_nobodyshome_xx (2-9-2005 - 11:28 PM)
| wow, ur poetry is really powerful, and i love how u write, just everything about it is amazing, if only i were as good a writer as you... |
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