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Most Recent Written
Crash - 6/27/00
The scratches and scars apon me smooth out like a guitars strings something that wont be forgotten put my life as a flash through my eyes on a platter, shattered infront of me so frail and brittle torn up body with a worn out soul ...I am not immortal... Bent up metal could have been my bones Place your hand across my glass carved scars just like strumming a lonley scabbed guitar sort of tickles,.. but brings tears into my eyes I could have....... .......Shanny could have died.
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Pure Darkness
Your mind is blank _ all your dreams are dead _ the black hole void _ slowly slowly swallowing....... _ stumbing _ uncontrolably, everything _ it is so dark _ Blinded with eyes buldging _ new to you and yet painfully tiresome _ late at night trapped inside some bed _ your legs asleep, head burning, sweat _ This darkness_ this nothin _ Swallows you _ slowly panicing _ FRANTICALY _ feeling the mirror _ just to see an empty reflection _ a nothing, a wilting, a guilty... _ spinning throw, swimming through, your thickness _ like oil, fearful and doubtful _ stumbling... _ blinded with eyes buldging _ onlooking... No reflection! _ No connections.. _ like the inside of a coffin _ a bird inside a blanketed cage _ choked off screaming _ as you're being swallowed _ NOTHING... _ pitch darkness, paves its way.... |
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