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[aid] => mick
[title] => Withered
[time] => 2010-10-03 12:12:36
[hometext] => Fighting a losing battle.
[bodytext] => Actively seeking an asylum for the mundane Run my fingers along the deadened nerves of your brain It’s crowded in there, full of perversions and fears Only the light escapes while the darkness adheres Your weakness is a button that gets pushed often A little curveball makes your willpower soften I keep crossing wires hoping to see a spark of life Ambushed by your little white lies that cut like a knife I see a resignation in you that can’t be faked A symphony of loss, an ode to the heart that ached Full of lusts and sins that need to be defeated Inner voice screams but the sound has been depleted Your spirit is lonely, wandering through the night Punching at air you will ensure you lose this fight Lifeless eyes see something in the mirror that they despise Savage addictions are claiming rights to your demise In short order you start to fold, just like a cheap suit The devil got bored, and he needed a new recruit Reach out from the fog, clear the cobwebs from your eyes That oasis you seek is satan in disguise Stand up for yourself, yours is a life worth saving Do not fall victim to the lure of a craving Shout out at the top of your lungs until you are heard Drop down to your knees and demand that your sins be purged Your thoughts can not be trusted so you must tune them out As the hours turn into days your mind will cast some doubt The junkies are circling, they want to fix you up Parched with thirst, but don’t drink from the forbidden cup Help me to knock down those walls that you have created This monster feeds on you but it can be abated Why didn’t you listen to all that I have said? I cried for you this morning when I found you dead. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 763 [topic] => 21 [informant] => hauntedscorp [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 49 [ratings] => 10 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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