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Dec 2010
It all bleeds from my head over the walls
I try to bleed but they just was not high enough
can't teast what I have hidden away
the secert passage of time
or be it as it may?

Sounding like a stoner
need it not be it

I try to understand FOCUS
on the dark part FOCUS
on the lost part FOCUS
scratch the whisper in my mind FOCUS

feeling  Excited yet weik
it comes from the sand

DON'T REACT
QUIT!
Bring it all out of me

falling....
Falling......
Falling.........
Say it again & again

SUFFER

hold it underneath
little red sneakers

TENDER

Quit...can you hear it?

Just a strum of you're guitar
do you really know the real me?
Why is it you look so uncomphterbul?
To me we all look exactly the same

DO IT!

So we forgive & forget
and move on
so scary how together we seem to melth away
and if you blink you miss it
then feel it on the flore
time is just another lie

unsatisfactory

DON'T BELIEVE IT

skito 666
This was never a poem, just the writing I do to calm myself
it's allways scary things I don't even remember
or understand, sometimes it's good so I hold on to it like this one.
Written in 2007
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   PK Wakefield
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