March 4, 2012
That's the mystery - this mind
rewinding, this time
running back to the future. I'm
going to help you -
the camera's spun, those open eyes opening;
he's done it: he's painting crazy, he's fainting minus
mangled hands to catch the fall. Glue your face back together and
get your mind to think -
hallucinate me,
understand that one more chapter is complete, sweating:
here I am smiling again: fate.
I underwent fear, doctor - and I need medical poison - and I need me. Forget
need me like you need oxygen, like you can't control your fire
or your smoke, in that
where I'm burning you and you'll
without your crying sound;
and now this is happy - this is it - erased:
a hollow face;
those filthy-perfect shadows;

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IMAdreamerThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 21, 2012 at 10:13 am

Hey i accidently gave3/5 but i ment5/5 my device was just freaking out! lov this poem!!! great job, keep it up!

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