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Why
written by Facebehindthemask12:28 AM 4/15/05Why do I do these things I do
Each time metal consumes flesh
I have no clue
You want to have to know
This bitter end is my only foe
You cry, you wonder, you guess, you stare
But deep inside I know you dont care
Its all an act, a play, a game
To realize the meaning of my name
You try to fix me but I'm not broken
Now take this poem as a token
Let it soak into you
Becoming what you do |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
It is just something I felt like writing. People like me who do this "thing" might understand.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Facebehindthemask (4-15-2005 - 12:56 AM)
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by smashed_heart (4-15-2005 - 02:21 AM)
| great poem,i understand it alot! |
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