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Speeding, Racing, Pacing, End
Contributed by
TundraHydra
on
Saturday, 20th December 2003 @ 03:36:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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World is spinning, world is fast World is very very cold I am going, I am going I am growing very old Time slows down and then speeds up Shaking hands, hard to hold my cup Blinking slowly, a thousand seconds pass by Cant remember them no matter how I try Racing steadily along the path Searching for the emotion to release my wrath Lives pass by without a thought I know the price I paid, but not what I bought Too much energy for this body I possess It escapes as I fade away to less Accelerating faster, hard to go slow Nothing to prove my presence, existence doesnt show Cant touch, cant see Never going as fast as I can never be Rushing through this plane of being Watching impatiently through eyes barely seeing Your touch is harsh, I stumble and fall Hit the ground hard, bouncing back like a ball Continuing to crash and burn Views too distorted to ever learn Trashing my mental place Bounce off the walls like a basket case Sounds not matching with the pictures in my head Speeding at a break-neck pace, Lookout!, Im dead
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TundraHydra
... [
2003-12-20 03:36:58] (Date/Time posted on
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