The dead of night.
A lonely chord
On a dusty guitar.
Laugter, Giggles.
Outside.
Always outside.
Never to penetrate
These decaying walls.
To venture outside
Outside of these morbid walls
Would be suicide.
Suicide of the mind and soul.
Outside.
Outside there are things
(Happiness, Love, Compassion)
Things that can not
Must not
Be discovered.
Not by the innocent child
That resides within
These four dreadful walls.















Comments
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Perhaps I meant to hypnotize you with subliminal messagings, and inconsequential memories,
All in all to tie you around my finger, wrap you tightly, cut the circulation away, and kill the master’s power,
me
[link]
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now as they cry
Feeling surrounded so bored with mortality I decay
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Perhaps I meant to hypnotize you with subliminal messagings, and inconsequential memories,
All in all to tie you around my finger, wrap you tightly, cut the circulation away, and kill the master’s power,
me
[link]
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"People demand freedom of speech to make up for the freedom of thought which they avoid. "
- Soren Aabye Kierkegaard (1813-1855)
The old addage don't judge a book by it's cover has become obsolete. in todays world we would all rather be judged by our
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now as they cry
Feeling surrounded so bored with mortality I decay
i like it very much
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now as they cry
Feeling surrounded so bored with mortality I decay
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I'll wait until ive conquered this dreadfull planet...
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I held a fallen star and it wept for me, dying
I feel the fallen stars encircle me now as they cry
Feeling surrounded so bored with mortality I decay
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