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Buried alive In the projects Called life.. My only ally is time trust no one because every one consists of lies it's all dark All is black death aims at me Point blank Ignorence is bliss wishing I didn't know any of this But I can feel it's presence constantly... a desire.. a curiosity. waiting for the occasional spark maybe it's Death, taking a life like a devouring shark.. naked in my grave with only a scarred leather book and a quill with enough ink to write a lifestory So i'm writing my pages my story that I want to tell but with every spark of light I can't telll.. these words and sentences.. are strange to me.. I didn't write this.. Did somebody stole it? Living the story I want to tell? A story about a nice life with good people And a world that isn't Hell? Hate surges up within me.. I quit writing, not a letter written quill smashed into the ground another innocent victim.. My eyes open conscience shattered mind of a hunter stalking it's prey I'm going to steal a book and give him my empty one.. A thief.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
A thief
Buried alive In the projects Called life.. My only ally is time trust no one because every one consists of lies it's all dark All is black death aims at me Point blank Ignorence is bliss wishing I didn't know any of this But I can feel it's presence constantly... a desire.. a curiosity. waiting for the occasional spark maybe it's Death, taking a life like a devouring shark.. naked in my grave with only a scarred leather book and a quill with enough ink to write a lifestory So i'm writing my pages my story that I want to tell but with every spark of light I can't telll.. these words and sentences.. are strange to me.. I didn't write this.. Did somebody stole it? Living the story I want to tell? A story about a nice life with good people And a world that isn't Hell? Hate surges up within me.. I quit writing, not a letter written quill smashed into the ground another innocent victim.. My eyes open conscience shattered mind of a hunter stalking it's prey I'm going to steal a book and give him my empty one.. A thief.
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SirReal
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
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