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systematic decay
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systematic decay |
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desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx 
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twenty four, fourty eight, seventy two the hours float on by as I stare lost in reality ninety six, one twenty, one fourty four cut off from the way things used to be it's just a systematic decay a complete reversal of the day trapped in a spiral of misery and frustration hours turn to days of desecration and I'm floating downward to the icy core wanting the warmth I felt before breaking inside as I dance the ledge flirting with breakdowns that dwell on the edge how many days has this been alive when will it end and will I survive too many questions as my mind goes to pieces emotional stability and comprehension ceases reality drifts away as though in a dream and I'm here wondering am I who I really seem numb all over and hanging by strings I'm waiting for what the puppeteer brings who am I what is this do I really exsist or is this a dream I can't resist nuclear meltdown straight to the core I don't remember being this dead before floating away in a sea of disillusion falling apart from a little confusion fading away a piece at a time trapped in the cage of rhythm and rhyme disconnected from reality and the pain it brings can't remember my hopes and all those things I'm drifting away in a tube of my design no longer defined by a straight line and I'm spinning around with the voices in my head telling me to go back to bed if only I knew where that was... People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid. --Soren Kierkegaard |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
ahhh..nicely said...and now I am..off to bed before I begin to feel like this... I will share a hug if needed ...to warm your thoughts a bit *s ~Wynter "The worst prison would be a closed heart". |
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Tracey Member Elite
since 2001-08-29
Posts 2808where insanity meets breeding |
This sounds so lost and confused. Writing is such a great catharsis, I hope it is helping to put all in perspective. Tomorrow is another day, and hopefully a better one. If she who dies with the most toys wins, then can I have some toy boys please? |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
It'll all come together, des... Sweet dreams, m'friend...  |
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