| Written: 9:55 PM August 12. 2004 The ideas in my head, wondering lifeless through my non-excellent brainstorms, Creating me lifeless, as I slowly plummet to the wooden earth of my floor. Ingenius feeds not my mind as it slowly seeps out of my skull, red water. Anamolies hapepen; I arise from my plundering release, and fix myself to live no more. Stretched before my dull-brown, hazy eyes, overcome by my surprise of ties; Engulfed my mind is, the water drowns me to the ocean floor to open me with the magic key. Shattered, my soul escapes, and floats in a bubble to the surface and soars high. No longer weighed down with the hard-working life, I flutter on by into the dark, moonless sky. |
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