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[aid] => mick
[title] => Somenights
[time] => 2004-11-12 18:47:30
[hometext] => I want to kill my english teacher and so does everyone one else.
[bodytext] => Somenights I look at the celing wondering why I'm here Somenights I dream of poeple chasing me with bloody knives. Somenights I restlessly toss and turn to haunting music. Somenights I lay awake listening to the sounds of night. Somenights I live out hundereds of lives every second. Somenights I sit awake with dead eyes looking aimlessly at the wall. Somenights I stand in front of the mirror seeing my tired face. Somenights I wander around the clutered room of useless items. Somenights I walk around the empty dark house of sleeping people. Somenights I see the shadows move and circle me. Somenights I cry to the Gods and Goddesses, why does this happen? Somenights I look around the room. Somenights I dream of nightmares of black forms surrounding me. Somenights I restlessly run around with the shadows. Somenights I lay in bed seeing the white celing. Somenights I live out my life over and over. Somenights I sit in a wire metal chair in a walled cage. Somenights I stand looking of the window, why is this haping? Somenights I wander aimlessly into nights domain. Somenights I walk back into time, and look at the deads' faces. Somenights I see the shadows take shape. Somenights I cry with the shadows around me. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Seikjo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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