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Created on 8-8-07
The songs that play in my soul are of happiness.
Of the things it long fors.
but ive long since stoped listening to it.
Ive turned from the path.
I watch the rain fall now not blinking as it strikes my bleeding eyes.
I see but not what is expected of me to see.
The smoke that fills these longs are in hopes of a quicker death.
The smoke that rises around me is that of the bridges now burnt.
Blacker that the nights sky.
Offer no hands for I will not take them.
Offer no condolences because they are not welcome.
See me for what I am not.
A beast.
Please Login to post comments| On August 8th 2007 mcihellejane Said : | |
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This one is kinda forlorn-it's like you deserted your emotions or something. I really like it! |
