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Hope
Like dreaming
Learn to cope
Lots of screaming
No more hope
Forgotten dreams
Pick up a rope
Let my limp body hang loose among the trees
Maybe no one cares
Or maybe they just don't see it
But slowly, peice by peice, my heart tears
I'm not fit
To live this life
Hit after hit
Finally made me want to pick up a knife
And so I do
And as my technicolor world finally fades to gray
I'll be thinking of you
When the angels come out to play
No, I'm not okay.
- by Karkrash Moondog |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/31/2008 |
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- Title: Dead Today
- Artist: Karkrash Moondog
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Description:
Writing poetry is often how I am able to vent my feelings.
Instead of acting in a way that I would regret, I write down my feelings.
I was obviously upset when I wrote this one... - Date: 12/31/2008
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- Brok3n_H3art33 - 01/03/2009
- It's a passionate kind of way to write down the anger or pain you were feeling. And I enjoyed reading it. 5
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