Abandoned Undead, by lost the lonely dead
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Everyday you stumble about
All the while wind-tossed
Never quite dead
And never really alive
The creature of demise
You wish only to be fully dead
And yet you already are
You cling to this fake facade
Masquerading your perfection
Bitter selfishness abandons you
You set yourself up for failure
I tried to warn you
I was your friend
You pushed me away and I will go
Returning only to pay respects |
| Posted: 2007-05-15 03:16:10 UTC |
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| 2007-05-16 22:02:28 | lost the lonely dead |
| i say it needs work thats what i say but if you like it then i guess thats ok |
| 2007-05-17 23:22:52 | . QUEENIE . |
| this is really really good |
| 2007-06-03 15:42:48 | Loneliness is condescending |
| so in another time and another life i gave you an anwser. i dont know if i should do this or if it will one day fall into your lap but i'm way to tired to think of what i should do now |
| 2007-06-11 17:07:07 | lost the lonely dead |
| thanks for your comments...it was just something i wrote and i dont think i'll find answers to most of the things that bother me so eventually i suppose ill just have to give them up |