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I travel by day
Doing as they say
"Ask, sir, I may...
How I can I help you today?"
I'm over the edge
To numbness I pledge
I stay at the ledge
ready to jump down
I'm sick of this town,
of all the work and misery...
I'm sick of it now,
not after an year, or even three!
No this numbed me out,
I scream and I shout,
but no sound comes out,
no signal of my doubt...
I seem so calm and ready...
So mercifull and steady...
But inside my hand shakes,
Because I know the stakes...
And I want to crawl away,
and hug my teddy...
Because I'm not grown up,
I never had...
All they teach,
I've thrown up...
Makes me start feeling sad...
No, I'm still that kid,
you used to know...
I'm still the seed,
that refuses to grow...
I cannot keep going
On this wretched path
My mask is falling
I've wasted all wrath
And if they look,
deep in me...
I ask you friend,
what will they see?
The path of knowledge that I took?
Or the kid that wants to be free?
I must make this come to an end,
this fight, this pointless contend...
Am I an adult, grown and wise?
Am I a kid, in a good disguise?
Am I the cause or the reason of my demise?
I am one of the same,
In my own eyes...
I am insane...
Despite my tries...
I held myself back,
So you wouldn't think,
That I'm THAT off track...
That lower I did sink...
But here's the truth,
Clear and Exact!
I am Insane,
And that's the fact!
Doing as they say
"Ask, sir, I may...
How I can I help you today?"
I'm over the edge
To numbness I pledge
I stay at the ledge
ready to jump down
I'm sick of this town,
of all the work and misery...
I'm sick of it now,
not after an year, or even three!
No this numbed me out,
I scream and I shout,
but no sound comes out,
no signal of my doubt...
I seem so calm and ready...
So mercifull and steady...
But inside my hand shakes,
Because I know the stakes...
And I want to crawl away,
and hug my teddy...
Because I'm not grown up,
I never had...
All they teach,
I've thrown up...
Makes me start feeling sad...
No, I'm still that kid,
you used to know...
I'm still the seed,
that refuses to grow...
I cannot keep going
On this wretched path
My mask is falling
I've wasted all wrath
And if they look,
deep in me...
I ask you friend,
what will they see?
The path of knowledge that I took?
Or the kid that wants to be free?
I must make this come to an end,
this fight, this pointless contend...
Am I an adult, grown and wise?
Am I a kid, in a good disguise?
Am I the cause or the reason of my demise?
I am one of the same,
In my own eyes...
I am insane...
Despite my tries...
I held myself back,
So you wouldn't think,
That I'm THAT off track...
That lower I did sink...
But here's the truth,
Clear and Exact!
I am Insane,
And that's the fact!
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After that I don't remember seeing their vehicle, it just tr
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She has only lived for so long
Yet her eyes have gotten cold
And she murmurs this little song
'Sleep my mother
The night has come
I killed my brother
Now begone'
She hides in the light
Her eyes so close to gray
She sneaks in the night
And hunts down her pray
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how could I forget you?
It would be like the diamond forgetting the concrete which pressed it into luminescence;
like a butterfly forgetting the cocoon in which metamorphisized;
or like a star denying the sovereignty of its motherly galaxy--
How could I forget you?
No matter where we go from here,
Or what your image in my head may fade or smudge into,
or how incoincided my memory of you from the actual you may become,
or how your name may dissipate from my memory,
or what may come next in your divinely authored biography,
or which people your narrative may bring you with interlockingly,
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I don't even where to beggin... Plz comment? or not? or tell me I'm silly? idk... not anymore...
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Man, as many times as I read yer poems, I'm always left breath-taken. Like this one, shivers to the max. <3