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sjwarden New Member
since 2000-01-12
Posts 1San Antonio, Tx |
Coldness chafes my weary head, wrinkled from the rain, I have no hope, no dreams thrive, My only feeling is the pain. The pain is all I have, a failure I've become, No money, no job, with no career I'll be shunned by all. The tears of God stream under my shoulders, pools of black decay, Even He has disowned me, I'm an outcast, and so dying I cry and lay under the rancid night. No next time is in the cards, I had the ribbon around my neck in that dream laying beneath me in shards. Darker and darker the night falls upon my eyes, I once hoped to gain vitality, but now wish never to arise from this hopeless deathbed. The stinging glass cuts deeply into me, the wetness slowly fills my lungs. The rain tries to torture a soul that is dead, and the body yearning to be free from it. |
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Isis Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-06
Posts 6296Sunny Queensland |
Welcome to the dark forum SJ  Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely. ~Isis~ (Sovereign of the Spirit) |
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Bojopy Member
since 2000-01-03
Posts 391 |
welcome to passions SJ. I can relate to this no money, no job, no career I'll be shunned by all. "Write down what you say if what you say is not written down" (Bojopy) |
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