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[sid] => 128026
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Time's Attempt To Breath
[time] => 2006-11-09 19:53:50
[hometext] => ~Choke on your lies~weepingprophet
[bodytext] => Dwindling prey, falling victim like a shadow Hiding two feet behind the tangible liar Blowing heavy on the back of my neck, freedom Time drags on........ The stale smell of smoke, coughing up another reason Move forward, pretense, consume reality Eat the flesh of lies and cowardice Blood stains don't wash out so easily Escape to the darkened room of solace Finally alone, no lies shall proceed Soapy fingers soaking in attempts to erase Fragile attempts to forget, move on Time drags on..... The sun does not light up the room It has ceased its casting of shadows Two feet behind the liar is the choking rope The final predator, truth's hand As tangible as the bloody garments, the evidence A flickering butt of your wretched fire, left lit on the ground Next to the limp body of a liar Liar. Inability to cope with life's tangles, life's mess Time drags endlessly forward...... A weighted foot moves with effort to stomp Stomp out the remains of you, the last sure sign of life You cannot inhale the nicotene into lying lungs any longer The last sure sign of life, snuffed Snuffed out, no longer Your name tumbles out of my mouth Angry, you, you, you A title that always belongs to the same man Own it, you, own your deciet Salty taste prickling my tongue, you're still alive in my mouth Bitter, oh remind me That time drags on...... However long that these gentle hands vigorously wash Vigorously scrub at the blood on your clothes They fail in the end, to take back the time you have wasted The evident fall to victim cannot be rewritten Pray that the sun will again light up the room And your smell will be gone with you The bitter taste of your name will rot and be forgotten The shadow is slain of your lies Time is dragging its crooked fingers, it's lying lips, its fiery tongue Down the back of my neck, like freedom But the choking rope that is wrapped around your lies Offers me peace no longer Such stale vengeance mistaken for something more Time drags on.......infinitely I am no longer allowed to breath [comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => weepingprophet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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