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the thread

hanging by a thread.

slipping and wanting to fall

to end it all.

Hypnotic trance and deaths final dance.

spinning and standing still.

colors that rise in black and white.

seeing in shades of gray.

going blind and glaring eyes.

hugs that burn while you feel like ice.

hanging there

dying to let go.

clinging there

living in death.





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insane_67 said...
Dec. 4, 2008 at 5:42 pm
Its kinda hard to ewpalin what i was thinking when i wrote this but thanks lol
 
peace seeker said...
Nov. 23, 2008 at 7:26 am
I really have no idea what this is about but for some unoun reson i really love it, i really don't know why but hey nice poem,
 
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