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[bodytext] => The situation A falling tear, it signifies pain. A broken heart, a battered brain. A new day has begun. But yesterday never ended. Repeating over, a broken record, it never stops. With sadistic smiles. Weapons in hand. We destroy the world. We destroy ourselves. The yelling, the screaming. I’ve become deaf to it all. The empty smiles and blacken eyes. And you wonder why we want to die. If I had wings, and if I could fly. I’d fly away into the sky. Untouched by the world of crime. But instead I’m grounded. Grounded on these tired feet. This damaged world is my defeat. Air full of filth, lungs black as soot. The weight of the world. I start to lose grip. I shed my tears. My eyes wide shut. It seems to me I have no luck. Twisted dreams, realities a blear. These fights won’t stop. This writings all I’ve got. Split between what is now, and what was then. My weapon of choice. The pen in my hand. I can’t stop writing. This witch I can’t understand. The things in life that we can’t command. Too much power leads to destruction. Lies, chaos, and manipulation. This doesn’t help my situation. By Christine Follweiter [comments] => 1 [counter] => 199 [topic] => 13 [informant] => stolen-tears [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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