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Post by Spawn on Sept 9, 2006 19:03:59 GMT
Traveller
I walk down the misty path Only fear on my side My head hangs limp Is anything left inside
My emotions. Carved out with a rusty knife Broken dreams lay smashed on the floor I shake and shiver, but its nothing to me
Why can’t I feel love Where has all the pain gone When will I laugh again Where will I smile again
I don’t care what I feel Just anything other then this I search for feelings, that I’ll never have again I want to be a child, maybe then this world won’t be so grey
Tell me what happened I used dream of dragons I used to hug trees I used believe in love and hope
Now all I see is: Books of misery Prints of pain Pictures of death
I sit in my room I see the world Its not what it used to be No greens or blues only grey
I can’t feel anything anymore I want to love I want to hope I want to dream
Now all I am is a shell I don’t care if I rot How did this happen When did I lose my dreams
There must be something more Why can’t I read of dragons anymore I’ve lost my heart, its floundering in the dark Help me please, I just want to live again
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Post by Ceri on Sept 13, 2006 16:54:54 GMT
Dark, tragic, deep-meaning....good poem, Spawn, and once again I'm worried about you...
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Post by Spawn on Sept 13, 2006 18:52:40 GMT
Hmm, don't think that was me saying a truth about myself, I think its more me saying what I dread.
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Post by Ceri on Sept 13, 2006 19:42:18 GMT
I see...that's slightly less worrying
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Post by naed on Sept 18, 2006 18:20:19 GMT
I Dread that Day also..... But we must continue from what has happond and learn to continue from what will happen. Like a good saying that i learned from a good film ''why do we fall? to pick ourselfs up''
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