Stuff

May 2, 2011
By patpat22495 BRONZE, East Northport, New York
patpat22495 BRONZE, East Northport, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Your chest is like a belly of warmth."


I don’t want to die
I just want time to stop
This moving coma
In which my motivation may rot.

Maybe there’s a key,
Where all this is found,
Is it what I want,
Is this the sound.

As I sit in this graveyard,
Bones curl around,
Red on Red,
But love ain’t found,

I feel on top of the world
Where hell is rotting,
Hope to find this answer,
Can I help it?

I know of a place,
That makes my body in to stone,
But I’ll never go there,
I’ll be home; I know, I know.

So may I live,
Or may time pass away now,
A sauna or abyss,
May it be golden somehow,

I hope the trees,
Sway will end,
The leaves will crinkle,
Never will they rend-er,

Peace may quiver,
Upon my mind,
But I know,
Nothing is that fine,

The whole world smiles,
I am to frown,
I don’t get how,
One death will amount.

If we fight,
The fight will be back,
Nothing to break,
Because nothing to mend.

I feel on top of the world
Where hell is rotting,
Hope to find this answer,
Can I help it?

I know of a place,
That makes my body in to stone,
But I’ll never go there,
I’ll be home; I know, I know.

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