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~poem~
i wait for the windows eyes to close, as i wait for the shadows to raise from there graves, i lie awake knowing i have someone watching me from afar, the stair of love in his eye, thats makes me sick..... his eyes watch me as i eat, as i talk, i run but i always see him watching... stairing, i can't run, im a bird in a jar, a lion without a roar to yell, the whistpers of my ghostly talking goes from one ear to the other,
he is a pig, a bag of hay in the barn door's mouth, the thing that i can never get rid of, even with the barn doors help the door is found....... burned and ashed away in hate, i fight, i yell, im that bird im also that lion, i am the backless fool who is watched by many, i am without help but always love inside....
and out, i ask, im trying to get out of this cracked shell i put myself in, from the past, i lie awake in my bed looking out this window of mine, with the light gaze, i see him watching, lying there.
SandAngel1991 · Fri Dec 08, 2006 @ 01:04am · 0 Comments |
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