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Not Our Own
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Sad\Depressing Poems This life we lead is not our own
are we really all alone?
Caged inside like some mad beast
Is that how we all feast?
Sucking to the hope of the past like a leach
a parasitic pleasure,
whats the obscure mesaure
that hollow sliver
Crawling under your skin
changing all that you are within
the musty smell of death is near
we are all fictitious characters
in this horrid nightmare of life
causing madness, causing death and causing strife
causing people to only be strong enough to drink their pain away night after night
causing people to run into the darkness with a knife.
