So tell me sir with the bible in your hand, by Loneliness is condescending
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Fall down tear the seams breaking the glass
See there are no words in sight
With so many think-me-not’s
Spinning around my eyes clouded with another dream
Panic fills me I cant breath with this quickened breath
Let me rest I beg of you
Let this go
Because I want to tell you something
But you wont stop screaming that you’re right
Bury me along the scarlet path
Then please walk way
Before the fear will choke you to this place
The words have spoken
Kiss me kiss me
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| Posted: 2006-07-26 03:50:16 UTC |
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| 2006-09-15 16:25:27 | lost the lonely dead |
| parts of this poem tripped me up at first i found it hard to gleam a semplance of meaning but i think i do know i give high compliments to the first five lines, superb...i think it demands a response, a bit of a challenge |