Dark Poetry #4 |
Chaotic |
green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Visions and razors scraping my head A touch of fire and it hurts ... to be me Just trying to comprehend to understand Confused and numb To the point of agony It hurts... Grab it here Pull it out of the air Map it out See the direction Grab and pull, such a tight string ...tense The sting of the moon real and solid All in your head stolen by your Goddess A stinger and ponder of silver Alone in a room with a golden rock and it topples over... What are these gods all around me It caves in and confusion sets in I'm lost in a world that doesn't exist I have no way out And don't want to stay... Him Corruption is caused by holes in obedience to God. |
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