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Why me
It creeps from the bottom to the top
Like the secound date of your neck and a rope
Feeling like I want another shot,
Feeling like I'm living another thought
He's loving her and she's not sure
He's half dead and she's half pure
He had his hopes for this evening,
Now they're all sunk
He had his hopes for this evening,
Now they're all gone
Someone tell me, why me?
It creeps from the bottom
All the way the way to my head
I'm screaming inside
But perhaps everyone's dead
Feels like kissing flesh, I don't know man
Feels like asking help, I'm not sane man
Feels like sinking again, I'm in pain man
Feels like I'm alive again, Rock on man
Hi GhostRider !! Read and reread.. Liked..but too spiked
Hi GhostRider !! Read and reread.. Liked..but too spiked.Punctured my earthy body.It bleeds.
©bishu
Huligan! Good to see your
Huligan! Good to see your work. It's been some time. I heard this as a metal song. Nice. :).
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Good to be back
And good to hear from the both of you.
This has moved me. Buried
This has moved me.
Buried alive
Inside a thought
Sinking deep
Merged into its destiny
And purpose.
I am nothing
And i wait
In the emptiness of this void
And touch
The nothingness
Of what the thought has created.
It feels like
Me,
And i am not
What i thought.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "