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Array ( [sid] => 55197 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => my dying days [time] => 2004-07-07 17:15:34 [hometext] => [bodytext] => my life use to be forgotton
a story lingering in my mind
every day seemed misty
like ive lived this same path before
the dreamy eyes i belonged
the sleepy heads bopped
in and out of my mind
i knew so much in my sleep
to wake a know so little
to remember my past life
as i remember this one
to know what is coming
and realise i know
makes me so different
and banished from the world
i knew one day i was going to die
my heart jumped not with fright
but with a deep passion
for i know whats on the other side
and the angels that sing in to the day
arent alive and never will be
the haunted souls of hell
that linger on
are just fiction in our minds
death is like a dream
you've dreamt about so many times
you know whats coming
and that your about to wake up
but my life was always dead
aborted from you all
i was threatened with a life
and with little help i disowned
i wanted to float on
but instead i dream
and rewake to find im sleepier than i was
in the days of my living nights
love isnt an issue
its blood i must arise
that this reddy substance doesnt linger in my veins
but dribbles from my eyes
where no tubes connect
like a robot i march
the steps up to my rest
i lay my head down
and dream
of waking up
and actually living
but as i know
these are only the wishes of the dead
and im 'living'
my dying days
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my dying days

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 05:15:34 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

my life use to be forgotton
a story lingering in my mind
every day seemed misty
like ive lived this same path before
the dreamy eyes i belonged
the sleepy heads bopped
in and out of my mind
i knew so much in my sleep
to wake a know so little
to remember my past life
as i remember this one
to know what is coming
and realise i know
makes me so different
and banished from the world
i knew one day i was going to die
my heart jumped not with fright
but with a deep passion
for i know whats on the other side
and the angels that sing in to the day
arent alive and never will be
the haunted souls of hell
that linger on
are just fiction in our minds
death is like a dream
you've dreamt about so many times
you know whats coming
and that your about to wake up
but my life was always dead
aborted from you all
i was threatened with a life
and with little help i disowned
i wanted to float on
but instead i dream
and rewake to find im sleepier than i was
in the days of my living nights
love isnt an issue
its blood i must arise
that this reddy substance doesnt linger in my veins
but dribbles from my eyes
where no tubes connect
like a robot i march
the steps up to my rest
i lay my head down
and dream
of waking up
and actually living
but as i know
these are only the wishes of the dead
and im 'living'
my dying days

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Re: my dying days (User Rating: 1 )
by WestCPunk on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 05:26:02 PM AEST
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Whooa that was very unique a style of writing i haven't seen much of i like it alot good job!
Shelbi

Re: my dying days (User Rating: 1 )
by xxbreathlessx on Wednesday, 7th July 2004 @ 07:55:23 PM AEST
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whoa, i agree with shelbi, def. unique!, but i think you have alot of skill, it was a great write, i liked it

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