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02-16-04, 09:27 AM
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IP:
Earth was the beautiful place for everything...
...although nothing was in its place... Constructed construction worker, just one in the working masses green vest with the blue collar, now- unhatched bird of passage The thirst to manage perished, left with this dehydrated memory lost the will to see right and willed on the wont's of dependency Broken the pennate dream, not even heaven believed in perfection even the littlest promised land was there to intrigue my attention Now I question rhetorics for the answer why I miss all passers by and can't fully express my new found affection for land and sky Earths fandom died, the vigilant all illiterate to the life signs red and white the writers dialect of tedious trite, the Wine's dry And hindsight is the shed light basked upon last rite situations however bright- utterly meaningless, and my emotion's in abrasion This is how I focus daily, stabbed in the back by my focal point days spent as a waste to my optimistic search for the hopeful noint Used to read feelings from the face of her, now fabled like Aesop if only lost trace could talk and reveal the enormity of rasied dots As torment seeks its grace spot in the perception took for granted took to this new water slanted, so Satan, just hook this damned fish Desire exists you can see it in my eyes, there-in lies the problem wearing no goggles and overall lunacy, and here I hide unconscious I'm tired of confidence, coaxing my optics, now- sleeping partners I have this dream- I'm the 3rd inhabitant of Edan....weeding gardens Grieving sharpens, illusionary laughing till all's regarded as a prick melodramatic about burning my essence and angst carving at the wick Sparking match that lit my surroundings, but all that surrounds me is the accumulated eclipse of my civilization as the town sleeps My head is pounding- constantly, all I want, to turn in eternally worse is how I certainly don't deter this greif that determines me terminally First to the heat, future is now, but for me there's no hope there time to quest for strife or death, so there's no reason why I don't care!! ...But I want to die...because dying is the most helpful form of release... What seems more scenic.... ....this divine scheme of landscape brilliance.. ...or this indignant mind playing ménage to these demons?! |
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