Confused
By Canon
Falling out a non exsistent window Walking into a closed door. Kicking my self all the way, Watching the bloody rain poor. Dripping through my ceiling, The one thats not there. Pretending im important, realizing i dont really care. searching for a reason, I know there is none. I get creative, and make up some. I fall to the air, Fly through the ground. Im so confused, my head starts to pound. I have been born to death, Im stuck between dimensions. So I live through my death, and learn my deadly lessons. Written November 28th, 2001 © on Nov 28 2001 07:37 AM PST, Joshua 10 • 0
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"Falling out a non exsistent window..."