In the mist of my morning
I am here with you
Your like a bully who never leaves
You wake me up with a punch
You remind me life is grand.
Your
a gremlin demon
Taking my soul away
Down I go to your grave
My humanity stripped
My body limp and bloody
You take me as yours
And you
Break my will
Your pleased
Life is meaningless because of you
I hate you, hate you hate you for all you do.
Your like a tumor in me that never leaves
You are me forever, particularly ill
In the mist of my morning.
In The Mist Of My Morning.
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Guest_Valk0010_*
, Jul 01 2012 01:09 AM
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Guest_Valk0010_*
Posted 01 July 2012 - 01:09 AM
#2
Posted 01 July 2012 - 05:05 AM
That was heart-wrenchingly beautiful, Valk.
"He believed to the end exactly the same things he started with. It seems to me that a man who can think straight along for forty-seven years without changing a single idea ought to be kept in a cabinet as a curiosity."- Jean Webster
#3
Posted 01 July 2012 - 06:25 AM
Deep feeling words Valk. I can relate. If I may comment on this, I would like to say that I just recently grabbed my 'gremlin demon', fought him to the ground, put duck tape all around his mouth and locked 'him' up in up in the attic of my mind. He is NOT allowed to steal from me any longer........
93% of the mass in our body is stardust. Just think.....long ago someone may have wished upon a star that you are made of.
God may not work.....but you could try wishing upon a star!
God may not work.....but you could try wishing upon a star!
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