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Rounds To The Chest From The Gun Called Life
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Rounds To The Chest From The Gun Called Life |
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Kaos Member
since 2001-08-02
Posts 317between space and time 
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As i pace the darkest alley of my soul brooding over the 'injustices' i've faced Ha! cynical humor at best I've taken plenty of rounds in the chest Fired from a gun called life loaded with rounds of heartache and pain my iniquities seep from the wounds hands stained dark in blood skin melted from reaching into the fires of my past No regrets Ha! more jokes laughter in my head as the words make their exit and fall upon naive ears Perpetually amused by my own ignorance yet stricken by curiosity reaching forth from that alley into the light i crawl fingers outstretched faintly gripping what's been lost so long as my fingers pass through the remanence of my soul I force my way into the light to face myself As i stare into the mirror I remember... love is pain life is never fair it's just what we make it. And i stand... again frightened but fighting on my own. "And behold, a pale horse, and the man who sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him." - Revelations |
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Abbeon Member
since 2006-11-30
Posts 228Curiousity, and wonder |
If only to reach out and take your hands so you never have to face it alone. Never alone, never again. The hollow emptiness, the crazed thoughts left to survive |
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Abbeon Member
since 2006-11-30
Posts 228Curiousity, and wonder |
I really liked that poem it was powerful and just plain Beautiful. The hollow emptiness, the crazed thoughts left to survive |
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