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All i keepis broken dreamsand nine fantasiesthat try and creepinto my mind at nightwhen i try and sleep
and all i holdis this dull candlethat dims when handledin this cold holei call my secret scandlethen the bell tollsand im traped in
a scandinavian atriumof hatred and sinthat makes alienation seem amazingwhen compared to this basementthats incased my existencefrom within
for instancewith out this penand a pack of cigarettesid resort to all sortsof violence and pretendthat the actions i portrayor copistic in everway
id never strayfrom the path of disasteri would takeand the pain i would causewould make satantake in the forsakenwith pain pills
the screaming derrangedwill never stopthe bell tolls for whoever mocksmy problems come in flocksso where is my chepardprobably lost in this closeti call my thoughts.
lovely poetry, thankyou for the comment on my blog :)XOXO, BECCAwww.fashion-train.co.uk
Not my cup of tea, sorry. :SBut, if you're looking for a good read, give William Butler Yeats a go. "Cloths of Heaven" and so on. :)
Hey hey ~ wow!Thanks for the laugh, at my place!
sometimes when i would get drunk id write poems of epic porportions. but i would not remember them the next morning.
That's really good. How many poems have you written?