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Vision Of My Head Pt. 2
written by cryptic_misery03:59 AM 3/20/05| Now I know I can't take it. Can I fall through the hole in the wall and still make it? We have no reason to thank it. Every time I sigh when I sit and stare and all I can think about is the alaby, I sit there and cry at the darkness of night, take off and take flight. Sooner or later I'll crash into the door, I'll hit the floor, even though I think that I'll soar, and the rain will pour. I say no more. I try to get bolder, but it keeps getting colder. Somehow it's over trying to bring out the life. I've been grabbed from behind, groaning and wine. It's like a real combusted train. It's like the pure cold drops of rain, the buzzing in my brain pulling on the reigns of the end. The adrenalin rush flowing through your veins. I suffer the consequences of pain, the gain of my strength...the time and the length that it takes to be brave, in the pave of your heart which you can not save, although gone. It's over and done you are the one. This is not fun. I'm taking a gun to my head. This is how I feel. My fellowship does not appeal. So please do not keel over in laughter cuz tomorrow's today is after yesterdays' past day. I'm almost in decend to your independece, and amendments, somethings over again |
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second part to the 2 part poem i wrote when I was 12. any comments?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by _razorblade_kisses_ (3-20-2005 - 05:46 AM)
| how old are you now? but yeah, i like this. |
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