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By scatcatblu
I want to cloak myself in the darkness silent standing hushed in a field caressed by the night air close my eyes and breathe how do I escape the places I go to to escape the places I have to be all the small deaths which I grieve no inbetween only extremes don't show me your face 'cause I can't stand the pain of not being able to touch you inside will never be the same hide in your clouds darken your wake speak to me no more the music makes me cry look down on me not your beauty I can't take it's only the hollowness now that I live by I'm sick of the bullshit tired of the up and down I'm dead, empty, hollow, lost, there are no more bright days, no rays of sunshine or pretty little things it's all shit I'm tired of everything I give up this life is fucking hard anyway who thinks up this shit fuck you take it back 'cause I don't wanna play your stupid fucking game no more hi, my name is Lee and I'm a manic depressive . . and then there was dark . .7 Sep 2001 - being very honest with myself and having a really bad day - just personal venting (not really poetry) Written February 2nd, 2002 © on Feb 01 2002 07:19 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I want to cloak myself in the darkness..."