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04-05-03, 12:18 PM
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KEYSTYLE! A Climber's Passion
IP:
I awoke to poison and inprisoned upon the scars of my flesh-
compressed my soul by cold chains and the brains that mutter stress- gasping for breath my soul kept fighting, climbing to the top- the loft was the breeding grounds for thought but inside I was caught- I walked to the point of no return, burned from the light I yearned- learned that the light on the shelf was filled with pain permed with the air- I tried to grow wings to escape the hell that dwell, grounded by thin hairs- compared to the angels that swear their wings gleam, beam in pairs- I walked to the top of the peir, eagle eye visioned collision with my thoughts- well I thought I could escape but behind these eyes is the seat I bought... {style switch} I never know about my title bouts, never met myself in my whereabouts- I scream and shout, I keep on foot on the ground and care about my doubts- I visit infinity and frequently talk to reality to beg them why I am left with him- blame them for how the skimmed every ounce of limb of the body and it's rims- to a degree I fight and fee poundering the ideas of this man and how me hinders me- planting schemes on beds of dreams dread the theme of the reoccuring sheen- I can't imagine myself without a rope to climb to the top of this living life- time can blind around the mind, would I do it to escape again, I won't think twice.... love... |
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