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Eighth Deadliest Sin
Contributed by
Chamaron
on
Monday, 19th April 2010 @ 07:40:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Ive shut off my phone to demons
So they cant whisper in my ear
Ive shut and locked all my windows
So they dont know Im here
But Ive still got this chill up my spine
And incessant thought of theirs
You will be mine
You will be mine
And the worst part of all,
I know its true;
But that doesnt make time feel wasted
Fending off the scarlet hue
Mask of enduring face
How did you know I would
Trust you after all this time,
Training to not do as I should?
Hopeless battle, I know, I KNOW
Can never convince me to give in
Force me, force me, so I can witness
The tragic play centered on your sin
Or was it mine, worst of all eight
The deadliest added late;
The sin of thought I would ever be normal
Caught at a ball in Hell, not dressed formal
Because I was at home, in robe and slippers
Just where I shouldve been all along
I dont know that for which Im paying,
I dont know what Ive done wrong.
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Chamaron
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2010-04-19 19:40:37]
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Re: Eighth Deadliest Sin
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by aliopterix on
Tuesday, 20th April 2010 @ 09:22:24 AM AEST
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| The loneliness of this shines through like a beacon. To not be respected, loved. An excellent read my friend. Aliopterix. |
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