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"noyone" poems
darkness can come over us at any time, when we least expect it turns our day into night, my darkness hides monsters, they are faceless and yet each one,has my face, a face of mistakes each bloodsoaked line, tells its own story a grain of sand in a lifetime, of blood guts, and glory a page in a book, a look into someones life a good read, or a reason to hide, float away on the tide i watch people, not people like me, there arnt any just regular mr and mrs smith i watch them shop, chat, buy, sell, argue, i watch them watch me, i wonder do we all just watch each other do sisters watch brothers, sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, we all watch the clock, tick tock time running out, death getting closer,life going out people rush to get somewhere, rush to get back sit for 5 mins and think about rushing, for this and that not taking time to chat, laugh, or nap no time to rest, just headless chickins searching for slim pickings, life has to offer sheep that bleet, waiting to be meat, on some fat ******** table stuffing it in, relaying some useless fable to guests that have requests, to be entertained wine and dine, pass the time, like fat swines feeding and breeding, living to eat, to consume we are nothing, nothing that matters anyway we just eat, bulshit, die, and fade away we are here for a short stay, in this coffin life living in stone tombs, for a price noyone cares, noyone is nice, we are all rats and mice kids and a wife a sharp knife, to cut my own throat bleed me dry, make me cry leave this life, its not nice, daytime fading, darkness waiting, life escaping i dont care, nothing left here for me anymore i am sick of being life,s ***** cant do it , feel sick, cant look in the mirror, to face myself i am a blank expression, eyes cloud over, time has run out, i am free, dont cry for me i am finally where i need to be, alone, in the ground, not a sound, cold, old, no more storys to be told just darknesss
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
paul-hope
dark world
darkness can come over us at any time, when we least expect it turns our day into night, my darkness hides monsters, they are faceless and yet each one,has my face, a face of mistakes each bloodsoaked line, tells its own story a grain of sand in a lifetime, of blood guts, and glory a page in a book, a look into someones life a good read, or a reason to hide, float away on the tide i watch people, not people like me, there arnt any just regular mr and mrs smith i watch them shop, chat, buy, sell, argue, i watch them watch me, i wonder do we all just watch each other do sisters watch brothers, sons and daughters, fathers and mothers, we all watch the clock, tick tock time running out, death getting closer,life going out people rush to get somewhere, rush to get back sit for 5 mins and think about rushing, for this and that not taking time to chat, laugh, or nap no time to rest, just headless chickins searching for slim pickings, life has to offer sheep that bleet, waiting to be meat, on some fat ******** table stuffing it in, relaying some useless fable to guests that have requests, to be entertained wine and dine, pass the time, like fat swines feeding and breeding, living to eat, to consume we are nothing, nothing that matters anyway we just eat, bulshit, die, and fade away we are here for a short stay, in this coffin life living in stone tombs, for a price noyone cares, noyone is nice, we are all rats and mice kids and a wife a sharp knife, to cut my own throat bleed me dry, make me cry leave this life, its not nice, daytime fading, darkness waiting, life escaping i dont care, nothing left here for me anymore i am sick of being life,s ***** cant do it , feel sick, cant look in the mirror, to face myself i am a blank expression, eyes cloud over, time has run out, i am free, dont cry for me i am finally where i need to be, alone, in the ground, not a sound, cold, old, no more storys to be told just darknesss
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