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I walk across frost bitten roads to my presonal asylum. I sit in the dark rooms in my lonely chair, brainwashed enough to die on.
I cry for the solitude of my home while they torcher me internally to the marrow. I ponder suicide while I'm expected to return tommorow.
My eyes drift uneasily while they pierce with a thousand knives. I cry on, screaming t'ill my body can handle no more.(Until I can see light)
I gaze upon the one clock; Tick-tock-tick-tock. I lose my sanity I watched vigoursly for it to stop.
Tick-tock-Tick-tock; I can't go on my eyes start to bulge and my breath starts to get hot.
And then at 3:13 I sigh a sigh that releases the pain and anxiety. I wander home ready for my next torcher of society.
Until it finally, finally stops. Tick-tock-tick-tock.
- by Kazuma Kosetzu |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/22/2010 |
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- Title: 3:13
- Artist: Kazuma Kosetzu
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- Date: 02/22/2010
- Tags: school
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