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So its black walls empty rooms thats where my demons are.
Locked doors i feel like my emotions are blocked.
Always stressed so im like a gun thats cocked ready to pop.
So I try to look at life through a different angle.
But I remember not to trust anyone because even the devil was an angel.
Im sure he wasnt the only one whos mind was mangled.
Your minds tangled from the confusion but I see your all being strangled.
It helps to keep weed and swishers on my end table.
No bible on my mantle no religon so I wont claim no label.
Filled with confusion I see the truth your being played with.
Or maybe the truth you cant handle.
Your story is flip flopped no sandals.
Every story is filled with scandels.
Lifes like ridding a bike with no handles.
Its dark with a spark of light from our candles.
Illusions for giving confusion made us fusion into one.
Cruzin for a bruisin never again loosing.
We got a dream so soothing.
Falling into place so smoothly.
No telling when we will be pravailing.
Dont worry when we do its just smooth sailing.
For now the storm is coming.
So the storm im chasing.
All the dangers im facing.
Shoes im lacing getting me ready for decisions im makin.
Lifes your savin?
No its lives your claiming so its death were facing.
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Words Will Never Die
Date: Wednesday, 1st February 2012 @ 09:09:54 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: GREAT-WHITE
My darkest thoughts makes the truest art.
So its black walls empty rooms thats where my demons are.
Locked doors i feel like my emotions are blocked.
Always stressed so im like a gun thats cocked ready to pop.
So I try to look at life through a different angle.
But I remember not to trust anyone because even the devil was an angel.
Im sure he wasnt the only one whos mind was mangled.
Your minds tangled from the confusion but I see your all being strangled.
It helps to keep weed and swishers on my end table.
No bible on my mantle no religon so I wont claim no label.
Filled with confusion I see the truth your being played with.
Or maybe the truth you cant handle.
Your story is flip flopped no sandals.
Every story is filled with scandels.
Lifes like ridding a bike with no handles.
Its dark with a spark of light from our candles.
Illusions for giving confusion made us fusion into one.
Cruzin for a bruisin never again loosing.
We got a dream so soothing.
Falling into place so smoothly.
No telling when we will be pravailing.
Dont worry when we do its just smooth sailing.
For now the storm is coming.
So the storm im chasing.
All the dangers im facing.
Shoes im lacing getting me ready for decisions im makin.
Lifes your savin?
No its lives your claiming so its death were facing.
For death were racing.

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