Why is the mind so corrupt?
Why do our thoughts bleed black?
Why do we never look towards what we have,
always intent on what we lack?
We form our own misery,
Yet blame all the rest.
Give away credit
Until it makes us look best
The blood on out hands,
Not of others, but our own.
Our hearts have been numbed,
torn apart and re-sewn.
The dreams lead us off to far away times;
Some past, some future, some fake.
Some leave us warm, most leave us cold,
With no idea what to think when we wake.















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I likeee it =] it really helps if you dont try to search for words that rhyme. Just let it goooo. Srsly. If they dont rhyme, it doesnt matter. If the words fall in place right, then its all ok.
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Don't worry, I'll be gone
When the morning comes.
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i am the pink sparkly emo princess gummy bear [link]
I must admit, I'm guilty of all of this.
The first three...stanzas
A very good poem and I love it
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"I'm only paranoid because everyone is against me." - Gandpa Simpson
"That's what Jesus said, and look what happend to him" - Me
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i am the pink sparkly emo princess gummy bear [link]
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---I love a Blaziken and her name is Amara!
---I like anthro art... It rocks!
-"I can tell when my Vicatin isn't Vicatin... can you tell when your birth control isn't birth control?" ~ House M.D.
---BOXXY LOVE }Boxxy
While, actually, looking back, that makes sense. I rarely write when I'm fully sane. haha anywho.
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---I love a Blaziken and her name is Amara!
---I like anthro art... It rocks!
-"I can tell when my Vicatin isn't Vicatin... can you tell when your birth control isn't birth control?" ~ House M.D.
---BOXXY LOVE }Boxxy
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