| Written: August 28th, 2004 11:56 PM The wondrous thing of not knowing The innocence of being unknowledgeable Would you want to know the truth? The lies and deceit slowly engulf and intoxicate the room The evil lurking into everyone, the scream of pain. Stabbing in the back is natural for these fiends. Ignoring the comments of the torturous creatures The loving atmosphere has gone and left The blasphemous shadows stay as the sun dims into an all time low I sit by myself as all has left me behind Their backs turned towards me as I slowly crawl Back to my corner to live my life yet again |
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