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penguin5 Junior Member
since 2006-05-16
Posts 21Washington |
All that exists, is my mind. These hapless arms these boney legs And this swollen face are not me! I am a creature, of the night. Smoke it snort it Shoot it f*** it all My body does not contain me And I reach beyond, And see through its veil Those who know me; Only know themselves For they are me. And I, them. We are the children of the night. And Today we are emancipated. …and my face afire and my bones hurt and my face wet and my friend, my-self is gone. I have gone nowhere. I have not left this room. All I have seen were just chemicals Showing me what really wasn’t there. I scream but nobody wants to hear. All my friends are screaming too. I must escape this end. of a circle built on fear.. You can escape through your mind... For in this world.... All that exists, is my mind. |
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moondogz Member
since 2007-05-01
Posts 397Great White North |
this is a very powerful poem...thought I'd have to enter detox after reading it...thanks for the read penguin...btw, love that handle. |
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