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Cracks in my wall
written by Mr.Brownstone08:49 AM 3/26/05I'm not really insane
its just a shell
actually i might be
I'm dying on the inside
Contantly devided shrouded in darkness
Making friends with creatures of the less-known
unseen, unheard, all lost in a world of the un-homed
Cracks in my wall tell me i'm stupid
for being such an obsessor
... with the cracks in my wall i converse
when you constantly hear things your near the end
Down a hall of blood and closed curtains
people walks releaved of burdens.
Companied by my shadow
though it will leave eventually
a son of the sun which will consume
Confined by this fuck-hole I'll be released
I didnt know white was the sign of doom....
If this is depressing then why am i laughing?
its confusing It wasnt suposto go this long
Not really, nope, this is a joke
but its turning all wrong
I've lost my subject
what to do?
Chorus sounds good... |
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yeah comment on the wrong things.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Mr.Brownstone (3-26-2005 - 09:51 AM)
| you know your poem sucks when your the only one who commented on it. |
by Shadow_24/7 (3-26-2005 - 12:52 PM)
| i like your poem :-) *hugs* if thats really how u feel im sorry... hope it gets better for u. |
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