nodrew Posted October 26, 2004 Posted October 26, 2004 Feeling the demons well up inside, you scream you cower and wonder why is life a dream, if so, is life a lie but at least you're feeling the dream it goes away far from self and you're wishing for a day for a life that so resembles a vision once had runs far away, tears stream from the thought of feeling again, you find so desparate so dispicable you hate but the black flower blooms, with night as it's shield, to hate is to love is to run when you feel in the circus of fear, may you find what you seek, may the tears disguise life, and the smile you so hate.
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