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departure, i feel in way's i cant seem to make appeal. this hell i have not left, this pit i'v fallen i now regret. understanding the darkness within, bled dry, noone grins.
lust has past, my death now i can only hope would be all thats fast.
iv lived my life slow, but time i have bestowed. within a grim view, my sudden leave, just on que.
though many have fought, i have sought, this hope...this feeling so many claim to have cought. its a place where we land near, nearing a pass,its a place of good manner, like concrete, it will last.
within its walls i do call, the name unseen, for it has quickly fallen..
in its crease, they will feast, like ravage..fiending beasts.
when i arrive, i will tease, these animals, these things.
for fear of no way out, for fear of only doubt.
i will scream, i will be heard, it will be loud.
~Zoey Autumn Rain~
SELLING EVERYTHING
 Dead Poe · Sat Jul 04, 2009 @ 09:30am · 0 Comments |
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