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[title] => The Devils Game
[time] => 2013-01-14 06:06:19
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[bodytext] => You can leave me forever, to wait But at some stage it will always be too late And as the sun sets so will the rope Because as the last rays die, so does my hope And the emotion that's been hidden inside you, ripping you apart Combined with the pain of a shattered heart Explodes from you Now your sitting and shaking, black and blue The bruises cover you Blood running down your arms and your face Start to realise that this world is a ***** up place Begging to god, praying that for you he will open his doors Because your so sick of these inner wars Now your falling, hitting the ground hard Looking for something, someone Anything, anyone Because you just want some help, Someone to understand and tell you it'll all be okay The one that will give you a reason to stay I hold out my hands desperate to hold on But there's nothing there, Except more air And as the blackness looms, I can feel in my chest, my heart finally tear Who what when where When we get there Who will be there But then my mind clears All the hate and pain and remorse from all the years As the blood spurts from skin and adrenalin kicks in It time to forget all past and sin This is it, I'm with the light It's the end of the road, the last fight Look down at my arms but my scars do not lie on me anymore And the aching in my chest is no longer sore Now the lights getting to bright It's obscuring my sight And there's eyes, and teeth, and a voice in my head 'Excusing me sir, don't sit up to fast from the bed' And as my vision clears, and I see the needles, the doctors and the machines The pain washes back over me, surging through my being And I was brought face to face with the dark I'd been fleeing Forced to fight in for another day In this devils game I'm made to play [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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