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Spiraling torment, twist the knife to further disdain
Discourse pulls on exhumed self-loathing
Unearthed in necessity, what's life without casualty
Penchant spires never falling, absent gravity

More has left me
Split the drain, I feel wonderfully empty
As we carry out, our efforts lifting
Tumultuous worth

Engage the heavens, coercion, injection, forcefed rebellion
Expend severity, a circumstance of misled charity
Loose my demons in schizophrenic disarray
Lose myself in her with bridges burning
Thoughts run wild while purpose dissipates
Too many corpses have fed the fire
Wasted words and fickle desires

More has left me
Split the drain, scrap the walls for traces
As we carry on, our efforts shifting
Precious to worthless
Only self can improve

Solve this alone
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Crossroads In Torsion
Date: Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 03:45:09 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: wretched_reflections
Regain the nemesis, limbs in opposition as we headrush
Spiraling torment, twist the knife to further disdain
Discourse pulls on exhumed self-loathing
Unearthed in necessity, what's life without casualty
Penchant spires never falling, absent gravity

More has left me
Split the drain, I feel wonderfully empty
As we carry out, our efforts lifting
Tumultuous worth

Engage the heavens, coercion, injection, forcefed rebellion
Expend severity, a circumstance of misled charity
Loose my demons in schizophrenic disarray
Lose myself in her with bridges burning
Thoughts run wild while purpose dissipates
Too many corpses have fed the fire
Wasted words and fickle desires

More has left me
Split the drain, scrap the walls for traces
As we carry on, our efforts shifting
Precious to worthless
Only self can improve

Solve this alone
Crossroads in torsion.

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