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Contributed by liamleash on Friday, 14th May 2010 @ 04:20:35 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract

I put my headphones in and stare into the darkness beyond the paper.
I realise this could be my curtain call.
If I look back could I say I gave it my all?
Circumstance prohibits reflection upon such a grave matter.
You can't just review a effort, you cant right a wrong.
If that wrong was a life not lived in full.

Delirum set in past the fifth hour mark.
My eyes feel pushed in two inches more.
Burning is increased.
Dehumination a cause no more.
I took a knife to a mirror and saw the cracks.
Irony.

I have too many words, too little to say.
I fight the night to hide from the day.
Words float about my brain in a strange way.
Unable to piece them together I'll stutter a silent shout.
A fact isnt more true then gossip.
False testiment stands just as well as a hand on heart.
But when this smoke does depart.
Dust will leave a beautiful mess.

I've found what I had to find.
It's a clock looming over something I wonder about each day.
People always say to live is a gift.
To die is to escape from a terrible reality, oh what a world we live in.
Pathetic, to live isnt to have a life.
To die isnt to face death.
If theres a after life do not expect to see me there.
Im going to fade into the distance and leave a scar on the face of the world.

Copyright © liamleash ... [ 2010-05-14 16:20:35]
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