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Leaking through my veins, Seeping past my heart It freezes my soul, Can’t get past the cold air of the dark- ness that I breathe in, Scream to fight off But it won’t stay off I’m betrayed and I’m frayed to shards of an old ghost: Lost my glow Lost that elected touch. Oh I want the goodness, But the goodness don’t want me. Or could it be I’ve fought for too long, now it seems i’m not as strong due to desensibility, ******* the passion out of me I’m made to resonate kindness Emulate a bright bliss But I grab for transience, Trading that omniscient light for a couple cents In comparison, where’s that dream of intelligence busting from my heart and spirit’s senses, Now I spend my days hopping fences, breathing relentlessly heaving from thinking, endlessly drinking, my mind has been sinking and I am seemingly drowned out, Found out, I’m nothing without some fearlessness, I called out some where in the Out There My ears shut out the world, at last, my last inch of hope is straining to pick up a sound, gracefully deigning to reach me: I’m not a lost soul, adrift in some dark cold sea on an isolated glacier composed of only lonesomeness, and ice water.
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
Ice Water - revised
Leaking through my veins, Seeping past my heart It freezes my soul, Can’t get past the cold air of the dark- ness that I breathe in, Scream to fight off But it won’t stay off I’m betrayed and I’m frayed to shards of an old ghost: Lost my glow Lost that elected touch. Oh I want the goodness, But the goodness don’t want me. Or could it be I’ve fought for too long, now it seems i’m not as strong due to desensibility, ******* the passion out of me I’m made to resonate kindness Emulate a bright bliss But I grab for transience, Trading that omniscient light for a couple cents In comparison, where’s that dream of intelligence busting from my heart and spirit’s senses, Now I spend my days hopping fences, breathing relentlessly heaving from thinking, endlessly drinking, my mind has been sinking and I am seemingly drowned out, Found out, I’m nothing without some fearlessness, I called out some where in the Out There My ears shut out the world, at last, my last inch of hope is straining to pick up a sound, gracefully deigning to reach me: I’m not a lost soul, adrift in some dark cold sea on an isolated glacier composed of only lonesomeness, and ice water.
10/11/10
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Serbian
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 1:51 PM UTC
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