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I
Contributed by
lennox
on
Tuesday, 6th June 2006 @ 11:08:39 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I,disturb myself deeply
As strange as I am
I see visions of torment
A shriveled, bloody hand
I sit in the dark room
Engulfed by the walls
There's a man inside my head
He bellows and calls
I see people dying
Men bleeding
Children crying
I see cults and depression
The devil and oppression
I live my life
Paranoid and sad
I ignore the people
Who say I am mad
Every day I awake
Saddened by life
I eat and sit in my corner
And eventually cry
Every night I go to sleep
I see demons and weep
Hoping to wake up
Take a breath
And die
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lennox
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2006-06-06 23:08:39]
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Re: I
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by bronzen on
Wednesday, 7th June 2006 @ 03:27:22 PM AEST
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| a dark poem i hope you really don't experience those anquish feeling God is always hope and the world we live in is filled with darkness but there is also light |
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