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its raining...
Normal.
to the warm people its always a fight, fight to keep what is rightfully right.
theirs.
to the cold blooded, it's always a game, the thrill and spilling of blood is the same.
fun.
no in between what's right and wrong no ones a maybe,cold or your bloods warm.
icy.
if you can't tell the difference ,cattle or sheep, your the chill that never sleeps.
phsyco.
if you fight to be smart everyday, got plans and see the future lay out to play.
normal.
but what's normal, your sense of mind, smart or a loser who's just too kind.
abuse.
or is normal a pack, that protects it's young, bitting the neck of the sick just born.
heartless.
listen down deep into you, you hear the dull heartbeat that beats how they all do.
everyone.
but it's the cold or the hot that proves you wrong, your train of thought you act on.
want.
if you act out the play by play for real, instead of just wishing it behind steal.
locks.
then your the ******** up ******** they never wanted to meet, only dream about it when they try to sleep.
 Never Ask Dante · Fri Sep 26, 2008 @ 03:00pm · 1 Comments |
