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Force upon me the smoke of hypocrisy
And watch me withdraw as I lose everything
My mind’s letting go

Leave me alone; consider me dead
My fingernails grow deep into my flesh
Hang up my soul on a nail on the wall
See it squirm, scream, cry and die

Green leaves tempt me with an air about them
My head throbs as it scans the walls
Spinning worlds before these eyes
Threatening me with confusion; distortion

Crying and bleeding into the past and present
Memories never end, never end
Tormenting futures worm their way inside me
And I beg and plead for it not to be so

This year I hope for everything to go right
Everything must go to plan
And as the blades approach
The pills are downed with blood
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Distorted Resolutions
Date: Thursday, 1st January 2004 @ 04:18:01 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: afraid_of_fear

Bleed me till my skin dries up and cracks
Force upon me the smoke of hypocrisy
And watch me withdraw as I lose everything
My mind’s letting go

Leave me alone; consider me dead
My fingernails grow deep into my flesh
Hang up my soul on a nail on the wall
See it squirm, scream, cry and die

Green leaves tempt me with an air about them
My head throbs as it scans the walls
Spinning worlds before these eyes
Threatening me with confusion; distortion

Crying and bleeding into the past and present
Memories never end, never end
Tormenting futures worm their way inside me
And I beg and plead for it not to be so

This year I hope for everything to go right
Everything must go to plan
And as the blades approach
The pills are downed with blood

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