July 21 2008 at 2:48 PM Average Score 3.7 (3 people)
Anonymous (Login down_and_out) from IP address 88.107.43.140
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with muscles aching, stare in the mirror, cant stand what your facing
you pace around, your waiting
waiting for what, another shot of heaven
or maybe not...
because if you carry on it'll be you thats shot,
shot down from the warped world youve created in your mind.
then youll find nothings changed,
as you crash land back into reality, emotionally drained,
the real worlds got you in chains
and once again your a slave... a slave to drugs or a slave to the demons inside.
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my poetry might me morbid and deprresing but its better than boring everyone with unimanginative insults that seem to spread like the common cold all over everyones posts.
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i don't rate your 3rd grade so called poetry
it goes a bit like this:
gnarf, i can't get out of this hole, gnarf, gnarf, if only someone could hear me, gnarf and see my beaytiful soul, gnarf, gramble plic pouff, snoc, oh i wish i would fuck you, gnarf, and everyone would shout my name, lalala coz i'm so coool gnarf, gnarf and i got some dope and a fiver left, gnarf.... albion has got some pics in the closet, some of them are nice gnarf singalong
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