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[aid] => Mick
[title] => the dance
[time] => 2003-01-09 00:40:00
[hometext] => bit longer than normal... comments are welcome... just a bunch of mixed up emotions, as always... if you dont understand what its about PM me, and ill tell you...
[bodytext] => crouching down in the dead of night,
curled up, crying out, if my walls could speak, what a tale they would tell, of tears and hurt, of my life as well. the darkness now is closing in, what do i do? how do i win? my life seems so silly here, and as i sit and think some more, i shed yet another tear. oh god! why must my life be this way? why dont i want to live another day? why cant i be happy? why cant i have fun? why cant i be loved by anyone? im drowning in my sorrows, im buried in my pain, theres no way out of this deep pit, so why even try? drown out the sorrow! drown out the pain! drown out this day, and all those to come. to release this building flame, to unload this unbearable burden, oh, what a joyous thing! but is it realistic? nope, not at all. wow! arent i optimistic? oh god, please take this all away, i dont want to die on this day. help me now, help me please! i cant get away, so please wont someone assist me? ive called out, again and again, but im still alone, im still broken down, knocked off my feet, so, where do i turn now? who can help me? i am so confused, i cant understand my own thoughts. distracted by fear, but blinded by pain, ive now started a brand new game. there are only two players, and that includes me, but the other player doesnt even breath. he is a cold, hard friend, and he always, always wins. somehow the game makes life better, bearable while i play, everything else doesnt exist, its just me and him, playing this game again and again, slowly it begins, as we circle each other, faster he spins, louder he screams, until my face and ears i must cover, i give up, today i give in, i cant fight him anymore. the game is over, but just for now, his trophy is won, he has chosen my arm. slowly he begins to claim his prize, and as he offers his steely embrace, crimson liquid streams in celebration, he has won this day, as all the others, but i cannot stop this game, i cant get out, so today ive not played my last, for soon, we will dance again. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 221 [topic] => 13 [informant] => nightrider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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