Array ( [sid] => 143631 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Brother [time] => 2008-07-01 16:48:43 [hometext] => A tribute to my deceased brother... [bodytext] => I take a stride down the street
Hands in pockets; eyes on feet
The city street's packed to the brim
A repulsive smell carries in the wind
Acid rain burns my eyes
As salesmen try to sell their lies

I turn a corner and in the dark
I find a piece of my shattered heart
A child lays lifeless in the grass
I close my eyes, but tears leak past
I fall upon my knees in vain
Remembering my childhood pain

"Turn around and don't look back!"
Turn around just to get smacked
One shot, two shots, three shots; done
One boy, two boys, three boys; gun
All alive with a lifeless corpse
All regret, but none show remorse

The vibrant colors fade to black
I see this child upon his back
A little boy--so frail and cold
Reminds me of one I used to know
I stand back up on buckling knees
Haunted by reality

The pills go down; my heart is sore
I can't seem to sleep anymore
Too many nights of restless anger
Too many boys that were more than strangers
Another brother I find lying cold
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Brother
Date: Tuesday, 1st July 2008 @ 04:48:43 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: satanssecret1369
I take a stride down the street
Hands in pockets; eyes on feet
The city street's packed to the brim
A repulsive smell carries in the wind
Acid rain burns my eyes
As salesmen try to sell their lies

I turn a corner and in the dark
I find a piece of my shattered heart
A child lays lifeless in the grass
I close my eyes, but tears leak past
I fall upon my knees in vain
Remembering my childhood pain

"Turn around and don't look back!"
Turn around just to get smacked
One shot, two shots, three shots; done
One boy, two boys, three boys; gun
All alive with a lifeless corpse
All regret, but none show remorse

The vibrant colors fade to black
I see this child upon his back
A little boy--so frail and cold
Reminds me of one I used to know
I stand back up on buckling knees
Haunted by reality

The pills go down; my heart is sore
I can't seem to sleep anymore
Too many nights of restless anger
Too many boys that were more than strangers
Another brother I find lying cold
That reminds me of a boy I used to know

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