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White Picket Fences
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 Feed back please... it is a Poem/Song for my band... |
Nice Piece...short but got the point...good imagery and vocab...8.3/10
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didnt i see this already somewhere? in this site, i thought i left feed, oh well, this was very good, a nice short piece, good vocab and content, it really flowed well, nice work, keep em comin...pc
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Uppin this for feedback
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