killing time, for the sake of time, clocking out, for the last, good bye, ill say it again, trapped in my own skin, felling like,im sinking in, trapped,by the weight,of my indecisions,this is what, i wanted, to relax,in apathy
strung out, like a led feather,plummiting,to my hands,crawling through, my eyes,healing myself,all in a clock,thre is someting,in this,growing tired,growing old,and growing to be abstract,and alone
let a new nigt come a peaceful end to the drastic day. let me sleep in love as if in death and blind me from the sight of day. my dreams make them of cloudy days and let the very essence of light fade away. may i dream of a surreal place where the sun never blisters my lifeless body and its always night. come dream fairy with your cloak as red as blood and put me to sleep in day light wake me come the dark dark night.
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im outside of the rest of the world,sitting back calm and self compremised,i wonder what its like to feel so dispised, i have felt this before, i have been in this position, once or twice, i am counting the hours until the clock, gives and the heart beat dies, all these years, i have relied on one thing, to hold me back and thats my self doubt
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your such a good little poet darling. i love you so much. =)
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