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Darkness it creeps and hides,
every crack and crevasse,
born to the naked eye,
in the world of sand we're Catcher while they're Rye.

Open up your mind,
that third dimensional eye,
for it unlocked the truth,
it leaves few behind,
you gotta catch up if you plan to survive.

In this world so feeble and faint,
harsh and cold,
darkness creeps upon the paranoid and old,
it reaches out and grabs your hand,
for we are all just grains left in the sand.

Its anger is a scythe,
cuts deep into your soul like any double edged knife,
I am the reaper,
I am new life.

Darkness its stench,
dead and foul,
Hades slithering on the prowl,
there is a time here and now.

Life is found rejoicing in the light,
for I kiss the hand of death and say goodnight,
for you I bid goodbye,
for I am god,
I am Rye.

I drink my quaff and stumble away,
for I am the reaper,
dead and grey,
free your soul,
I hope and pray
that darkness will never creep your way.
drinking problem
Never alone
But always lonely
I've nothing to hang onto
So you never hold me
Dripping from your hands
With a futile disgust
We're dreaming of love
Yet give into lust
Maybe that's why we're all lonely.
Dear sister,
I know its been a while since we've last heard word of one another,
but can you blame me?
Don't shame me for you are all I've had,
Don't roll that bowl for you are not the same.
When I say I miss you it's honest and true,
put down lady crystal,
she's intended for doom.

Sister can you hear me?
At least a reply?
when you left on that plane did you even hesitate to say goodbye?
without you where will I be?
You said one gram was enough,
but you stayed up all that night huff after huff.
You cleaned and folded all of our stuff,
I thought you were lying,
but you falsified my bluff.

Sister,
put down lady crystal,
for you are slowly dying.
As I type this poem and hold back the tears,
you walk the streets of california,
in all I have feared.

I'd find you in a coffin being shipped back to me,
I just want you happy,
is that too guilty of a plea?
Just because it got cheaper doesn't mean more for me.
It's all you do,
you are skin and bones,
you are not "beefin" it,
you are anorexic and cold.

Come back home,
for mothers arms are open.

Sister of mine,
Identical features of I,
What will it take you to come back home,
put down the ****,
you are not alone.
This is about my identical twin, she recently moved to california and i am worried sick about her because her expensive habit just got cheaper. It's all she does, she's skin and bones .. it breaks my heart, please come home.

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