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Dark Poetry #1

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OBLIVION
Junior Member

since 1999-10-04

Posts 21

0 posted 1999-10-06 06:34 PM

Sleep,
Dream,
Drunken moments,
World a blur,
Thrown and spinning.
Broken ground sprays,
Breathless fear,
Immobilized yet aware.
Thinking,"Damn, I was drinking,
So it will be my fault."
Though it wasn't.
Crawling in slow motions,
To safety,
Fighting, moving, breathing.
Seeming to die,
Yet feel as if living.
Am
I
Dying?
No, this is a dream.
Dying....Yes...
Just not physically.

JennyLee
Senior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

1 posted 1999-10-07 12:36 PM

I see where your name comes from now!
You seem to wear Obilvion well.
Looking forward to reading more from you.

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Helewes

Systematic Decay
Senior Member

since 1999-09-15

Posts 1301
That place with padded walls and funny people in white.........

2 posted 1999-10-07 01:54 AM

I liked this poem.....just to read it made me feel drunk.

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"Despite all my rage, I am still just a rat in a cage."
-Billy Corgan-

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