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[aid] => mick
[title] => Orchards Of Frost
[time] => 2016-11-26 07:51:32
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => It is fools gold
when I get that feeling
that I
that I am emotionally free
there can be no escape for me
I am condemned to misery,
when she smiled there was nothing I could do
I lost everything
and I would do it all again
if she came back to me,
it feels like I am going backwards
now I just
bury myself in smoke
fooled once again it never ends
insomnia depressions slowly flows.
slowly I descend into the madness
self mutilation lets me take control
and I might be Lucifers son
because I no longer have a soul,
I am a survivor of the terrible lie
of what is and never should be
scrape my fetus of the wheel
as I revert back and bleed,
black sunrise in over drive
life is killing me
moaning Lisa smiles
as she drives the dagger in deep.
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[informant] => unknown_utopia
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
[acomm] => 0
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[ratings] => 0
[editpoem] => 1
[associated] =>
[topicname] => insomniac
)
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