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There’s danger in the night. I’ll leave the light on. A stormy symphony. I will write poetry that comes to me. Slammed into my temples. A dream with the same theme. One I cannot escape. There’s danger in your sight. I’ll leave the light on. I’ll marry for money, not love. Calming my anxiety. Leaving this Earth alone. Celestial bodies waltzing. Whispering contradictions. Imagination gone awry Aimless argumentation. There’s danger in disillusion. I’ll leave the light on. Candles burning brightly. Illuminating. You can’t have it all. I’m just beginning. I hope you like it. My hidden legacy. There’s danger in seclusion. I’ll leave the light on. Founding fathers laid these remains. Karma of our ancestors. Ancestors to a future generation. A revolution against The lack of revolution against the thought of revolting. Isolation is a cheap trick. And when they come they will say they’ll talk of me and of this day. This is just the beginning. Our Father, Who art in Heaven. Hear me. I’ll leave the light on.
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Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
I'll Leave the Light On
There’s danger in the night. I’ll leave the light on. A stormy symphony. I will write poetry that comes to me. Slammed into my temples. A dream with the same theme. One I cannot escape. There’s danger in your sight. I’ll leave the light on. I’ll marry for money, not love. Calming my anxiety. Leaving this Earth alone. Celestial bodies waltzing. Whispering contradictions. Imagination gone awry Aimless argumentation. There’s danger in disillusion. I’ll leave the light on. Candles burning brightly. Illuminating. You can’t have it all. I’m just beginning. I hope you like it. My hidden legacy. There’s danger in seclusion. I’ll leave the light on. Founding fathers laid these remains. Karma of our ancestors. Ancestors to a future generation. A revolution against The lack of revolution against the thought of revolting. Isolation is a cheap trick. And when they come they will say they’ll talk of me and of this day. This is just the beginning. Our Father, Who art in Heaven. Hear me. I’ll leave the light on.
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zak-krug
American
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 7:48 PM UTC
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