In The Mist Of My Morning.
Posted 01 July 2012 - 01:09 AM
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.
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
Break my will
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.
Posted 01 July 2012 - 05:05 AM
"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
Posted 01 July 2012 - 06:25 AM
God may not work.....but you could try wishing upon a star!
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