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[aid] => mick
[title] => Why?
[time] => 2011-03-06 10:46:59
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[bodytext] => The blackened sky consuming light from day That makes the living life drain into the dullest grey I run from living in this hurricane of lies And make my choices escaping from the world demise These chains that bind my rotting flesh from air And make my eyes cry blood with handfuls of my paths despair I spread my ash filled wings, yet I cannot soar The chains are cutting through, I cannot reach the open door Why does it hurt to feel in this distorted life? Where peace be reached through death, thy promised silent wife Why shall we live? If living is to die! Be born, and in our fruitless end scream out for reasons why? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 131 [topic] => 13 [informant] => alexeus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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