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White Picket Fences
This is structured to be a song. That is why i actually rhyme and its not too much of a story like my poems are.
I didn't want to have to hide myself inside this again. I didn't want to run when this serenity was building. Circumstances override any chances of my movement. As i creep and cloak myself underneath your delusion. I try and find the crease in my twisted mind Perfectly chisled shell, wrapped around suicide A minion controlled by his dark symphonies I sit myself in this corner and inhale this into me Why do i create such a false perception Why do i drive myself to let this get in Paranoia infects and inspires all my senses But i keep this hidden behind my white picket fences |
wow, i liked this poem a lot, it seemed dark, and deeper then what you wrote, i can relate to this on so many different levels,and i just liked your wording as well, nice poem
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This was short and fucking ILL
i loved the pic you painted with this shit, felt it was real sinister in my mind, i wish it was longer and it would have been 10 times better, i would like to see some more shit of yours...... 10ne |
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