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Apr 15, 2005 23:57

I see everything dark turn light
inspiration on the weakest night
your attempt to be, something unreal
the better half, won the better deal.

Wanting me to stay
used and bruised
bothered and wondered
studied and accused.

Potentially exclaimed
tied up in a man made game
hands covering the eyes
of the man who wants to die

taking what’s not theirs
painted black and gray
lost and bitter, annoyed
and disjoined.
Paused and not informed
of the criminal chain

your disease breathes in me
uncaused, makes me bleed…

standing above them all
your not strange, you can still
change…

left to breathe the air
filled with people who don’t care

their breath makes it burn
going down and through
they are causing all the pain
no more shit to blame
this is all you can gain
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