Critical Analysis #1 |
pattering the filth |
loyd168282 Junior Member
since 1999-09-10
Posts 12lou,ky jefferson |
souls festering in mind control.why do drowning fish float? confusion sets in. clouds pill there colors for the next few days. bitter cold nights follow me through my blood.pressed eyes,closed lips sighs (hello) my friend.i'm tired beyond sleep.floors with such off pattering blinds draped below the seal i'm anemic to this world. to close to fear i would say, arms reached past their limits,hoping for an open hand.i've fooled my self in drinking a glass of tea. suffering hearts bleed through many holes.the glass needed to be clean.filthy,filthy words planted in old notes only to recapture true feeling i've once had. my stomach leads to nauses to recuperate,it blinded me.scare will at heart,falling far away sinking deep i have to get a way.to long to fast, who am i to you? indignant parasite love their despair. empty cups anyone need a refill? i would love you to love myself ------------------ when sex dies it becomes climax..... jim. the doors |
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