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poem - i don't like it
Aug 9th, 2004 5:21:27 am - Subscribe |
Light filters through flowing particles of hydrogen dioxide
I sit at the very bottom, looking up through blurring eyes
I can feel the carbon, leaving me
If I wait too long, Im going to gasp
My lungs will burn, and Ill push off the bottom
It might be too late to save myself
It might be what I want
But you grab me, and pull me up
My lungs fill with oxygen
And my nearness to death is past
Im not sure if I should thank you
Or hate you
For tearing me away from what I could have done
There have been people before
Insisting on my continuation of life
And always, I listen and obey
I do not think of what I want; only what they tell me
Only what they want
So I let you pull me up for air
And I dont tell you what I want to do
And everyone is happy
Except for me.
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Mood:
disappointed |
music:
Evanescence - Everybody's Fool |
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| Comments |
| anonymous
August 09th, 2004
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what lovely words you spin, my sweet spider |
| saint
August 17th, 2004
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ROFL... that comment was wierd, I think you got a stalker! |
| pixelfish
August 20th, 2004
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i think so too...perhaps it's my wife *shrug* |
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