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On My Own
Traped inside with nothing to feel
I think sometimes my life is unreal
My blood seems so synthetic
And my thoughts so pathetic
But I linger in the dark
Fading like a autumn tree's bark.
I will walk alone
Standing tall,and hard as stone
No axe will hurt or bruze
No orders,no don'ts or do's.
My rose will fade
And die real slow
Buried with a spade
And dark like a crow
My hunger for life changed
To seek my soul?
It's still un-named.
I think sometimes my life is unreal
My blood seems so synthetic
And my thoughts so pathetic
But I linger in the dark
Fading like a autumn tree's bark.
I will walk alone
Standing tall,and hard as stone
No axe will hurt or bruze
No orders,no don'ts or do's.
My rose will fade
And die real slow
Buried with a spade
And dark like a crow
My hunger for life changed
To seek my soul?
It's still un-named.
Published 17th Sep 2012
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18th Sep 2012 10:04am
deep and dark just the way i like it. your style of writing comes across as playful but dangerous.
like a pitbull that smiles at you.
i will keep reading.i like !!!!
like a pitbull that smiles at you.
i will keep reading.i like !!!!
18th Sep 2012 11:32am
