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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Superstition
[time] => 2003-07-24 09:05:00
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[bodytext] => Frustration breaks in all around me. Like tongues with a blunt blade, I feel like I'm talking to a machine. Rising neon bolts in a flash of light, They crash in the deepest distanced sky. Here alone with only the trees, And just an entity watching over me. They stole the world out of my eyes. They pulled me out of my life.... I found there was someone else inside. All these years have they....not of this world.... Fed me on a love for tommorow? But did I ever have today? They watched me every hour, Only waiting to tear my flesh away. How could we think we're the only ones? We may have been here first, But other can start to become. All from nothing and nothing from all. They're not here, but they are. Some things are mean to be, And people are people too easily. That's how they knew what I'd do. They knew they'd have me and knew I'd tell you. Because....we all think the same. Defending our family and saving our name. And no we're not crazy, maybe just a little out of line. We're all erased from the human race and time. See, I'll never know you, You'll never know me. But you know you'll be here if you've had my dream. Wide awakened, you might be. You live in a world that's cold and ugly. All is not as it seems. Instead of the sky, maybe it's the floor. And maybe it's not my dream, it's yours. I was walking in the woods alone by myself. When I came upon this path. I've dreamt it many times, But I never chose one different than that. I came across a tire in the middle of the trod. Only lying there with a deep blackness in the middle. As though maybe and abyss at the littlest. Curious as we all are, I walked to the tire. Knowing what would happen and proceeding anyway. I always tried to hold myself back every day. I peered into the hole, silence, silence.... I never saw teeth, never saw claw. But it had sliced my throat and had begun to gnaw. How could I be so stupid to die like this twice? I had dreamt this before just last night. And now I'm here in this forest, And I am awake and not dreaming. Have all my dreams been just dreams, Or have they finally been able to find me? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Red_Silo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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