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Ripped apart at the seams.
This all feels like a horrible dream.
A weary head,
Falling out of bed.
Sleepless nights.
Horrible frights.
No one to turn to,
In my time of need.
Someone just look,
I'm going to scream.
Tears of acid
Tears of blood.
Tears that always continue to flood.
They start to spill
into my lungs
They're drowning me.
what have I become?
A creature of the night,
Who can't afford to love.
All it does Is craves what is above.
The darkness and tears
Drown it's soul.
Unrecognizable to those untold.
If you ever see
It's dark scarred face.
Look away,
And keep your pace.
No sympathy for those who weep.
And as they say,
Those who are wicked,
Get no sleep.
- by Lunar Renaissance |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/28/2010 |
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- Title: Aint no rest for the wicked.
- Artist: Lunar Renaissance
- Description: :: Sighs :: Feelings gone haywire. It's not even a really good poem. Just thought I could jot it down to let out some of the stress and s**t feelings.
- Date: 06/28/2010
- Tags: aint rest wicked
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