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Saturday, 9th May 2009 @ 05:29:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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We who sit in silence Breathing slowly, scared to find nothing in the air Feeding on myths, the warmth of the past Trying to find a way to escape There is a way the room moves around And the feelings come to me in the night I feel your love and the hate it breeds And your failure weights me down
Blame me if you will Dreaming of death we all are This strange pull I sense around the corner And the promise of near future It doesnt make sense Strip me away from these hopes So that I can be free
I walk without a goal I deny the reasons behind all this And still I keep on trying But the darkness prevails And in it the glory of this silent masses They cheer even in death For trophies we are And will ever be
I dont know What it takes to be me Here I am again Trying to be me Cleanse me of my purpose Send me to that that hill where dead meets its purpose Free me of my desire Let me be
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