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Array ( [sid] => 111572 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Trial and Error [time] => 2005-12-15 23:41:24 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I don't have an answer,
I never heard the question,
Time fleets on without me and I never saw it going.
Back to the beginning, where we first met
The the womb of the wounded
The tomb of the birthing ones
I'm not that intelligent,
I'm told it's a facade
I'm not that pretty,
and I never grew up
I'm told that i'm a judas, responsible for the devil himself
I don't know why ...
[I'm not even sure how high]
I turn around the corner
and I'm slammed in the face,
My wounds are all my fault
and the proof was gone for awhile
I'm told i'm not a good one
The girl who's hand is slapped
I'm told i'm not the sympathy queen
who learned how to jump into the lap [[ of "god" ]]
I never cared that much,
Until my apathy cried
Then I had no where
No where could the wear hide.
I sit on my knees, scrub the grime from an iron heart
Never quite clean
Never quite the perfect part
I told i'm not the answer
I never even heard it coming
I told i'm not the question
Too numb to look for anything [comments] => 0 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 75 [informant] => desolated_denial [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )

Trial and Error

Contributed by desolated_denial on Thursday, 15th December 2005 @ 11:41:24 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

I don't have an answer,
I never heard the question,
Time fleets on without me and I never saw it going.
Back to the beginning, where we first met
The the womb of the wounded
The tomb of the birthing ones
I'm not that intelligent,
I'm told it's a facade
I'm not that pretty,
and I never grew up
I'm told that i'm a judas, responsible for the devil himself
I don't know why ...
[I'm not even sure how high]
I turn around the corner
and I'm slammed in the face,
My wounds are all my fault
and the proof was gone for awhile
I'm told i'm not a good one
The girl who's hand is slapped
I'm told i'm not the sympathy queen
who learned how to jump into the lap [[ of "god" ]]
I never cared that much,
Until my apathy cried
Then I had no where
No where could the wear hide.
I sit on my knees, scrub the grime from an iron heart
Never quite clean
Never quite the perfect part
I told i'm not the answer
I never even heard it coming
I told i'm not the question
Too numb to look for anything

Copyright © desolated_denial ... [ 2005-12-15 23:41:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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