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Dr Gonzo Junior Member
since 2002-11-21
Posts 26 |
Winter's chilling wind blows my hair Strangers pass by Rushing along the busy day Newspapers in hand All the headlines read "WAR" I am saddened I side-step cracks in the concrete My luck is bad enough as it is I walk amongst the crowds of the living And feel completly dead No one notices me I feel as a spirit cursed to roam the earth An angel yet to earn his wings I say Hi to the passer bys But get no response I walk into the coffee house Seeking conversation Only to leave 5 dollars poorer And with caffeine to alert me and increase my paranoia I carry on with my day Why had I stepped out of my home today I should have remained indoors I'm my own best company I never have any arguements amongst myself I never get annoyed with myself I think my voice sounds good in the shower I understand myself when I'm by myself People are evil anyways They are complex I wish to be simple As long as I do not venture out of my home, Im the smartest man I know I shall never no death If no one tells me about it Suffering shall be denied If I fail to experience pain Desire shall be tamed If there's nothing to be desired I need not the world I deny my eyes the sunlight It causes cancer anyway As soon as I get home I'm locking my door I'll build a wall Block out the sun Throw a party with only one name on the guestlist Toast to myself And drink to my health |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
Dr Gonzo, Don't drink a toast to yourself too often, alone. For that path leads to madness. Strong piece. Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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