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In my mind the walls are white.
My brain masturbating, the real crime.
My memories are spent wasting time.
When I die, I'll die alone at night.
It's not alright, I'm not alright.
I'll never be happy like back in time.
From the bottom to the top is a deep dark climb,
It's not alright, I'm not alright.
I'm going where destiny calls,
Back to then and where I was,
I swore to God I'd be able to cope,
Let's climb these walls,
Put the world on pause,
Fetch the rope.
- by Meth Related Nightmare |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/05/2008 |
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- Title: Climbing These Walls
- Artist: Meth Related Nightmare
- Description: It's a sonnet in the Italian style. Needs more work. Criticism welcome. Will write for $$$.
- Date: 10/05/2008
- Tags: climbing these walls
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- La Petite Mofette - 10/06/2008
- I love the sudden ending "Fetch the rope" implying suicide...
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