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Up N' Gone
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Up N' Gone |
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TriXter Member
since 2002-03-20
Posts 112The One |
Mirror faced was this boy who was forged from steel, stone cold heart who not meant to feel, hatefilled mind, sick thoughts, liquor in hand brain growin, hate fillin, heart trying to expand, pushed back by forces to strong, thunderbolts hail, waiting for something to shift, still cant exhale, im turning blue got a new school new faces and a whole new crew, only thing left is thoughts of you, nothin' changed still the same as dark clouds rain drowning crys, echoing lies intoxicationg minds to keep up sins, souls thrashed and thrown, heres my bin, filled brim, filled rim chock full of broken dreams, light darkend, light faded full of sunbeams, non releasin deathgrip, liquor in hand, no need to sip keep the world in a blur,to not think of her shes no good, just poision, perfect for youre mind, the wrong kind, bending thoughts like jagged rocks theyll peirce youre skin full of corruption and hate, im a slave to his kin, as long as this heart beats ill continue to sin,and win sold souls can't be lost, with only love, freindship and happyness as its cost, now alone in this cold, the wrong path I have crossed. The man of few words... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"Mirror faced was this boy who was forged from steel, stone cold heart who not meant to feel," And yet, you are very much full of feeling, and it shows in this write. Peace. If you are on your own personal path, it can't be the wrong one. |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
I the style of writing. Good poem Cold hands means a warm heart |
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