PHQ-Nickname:
Syndel
Halfquake:
Mania
Level:
74
Total kills:
19,884,443
Birthday:
00th 0000
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| Mood: | depressive |
| Type: | Poem |
| Added: | July 14th 2012, 03:31:46 |
| Visits: | 1571 |
| Series: | [ The Sycamore ] |
| Rating: | 5/5 (Votes: 1) |
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"I do"... Such a simple sentiment.
Reminds me of cold alleys, dark, brick.
Rain, always rain. Like sheets of ice down your brow.
The thugs in the distance smile like friends, like people you've known your whole life.
They've know you your whole life.
"I do," know these people, I suppose.
Did I ever stop to think?
Did
I
Ever
Think?
Friend, here is a life that's perfect for you,
And I'll care, I'll shoulder your burden,
We are of
Mutual benefit
To one another.
All smiles and daggers, you are. All grins and knives,
But is that glint the edge of your smile in the darkness or another of your blades.
Cut me deep, babe.
Cut me so deep I can't feel it anymore.
Cut me so deep I can't think about it anymore.
Cut my heart out and bury it in your urban graveyard.
These streets were not made for one of me.
I am a friend to my problems, when rain stops and I shelter in doorways.
I lift my chin and ask a recollection of past stories.
"Fell down some stairs?"
"Why not?"
"Well, I guess you must suck then."
"I suppose I do."
I suppose I do.
I do... |
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