radiotone Posted September 25, 2004 Share Posted September 25, 2004 the dead hold us for this and yeah we matter a lot more than them because the rain doesn't hold out much longer when we hold our breath the dead come out for this and yeah we pry it open a lot more than they do because ground doesn't melt down that much whenever we bounce inside our heads time's the distant someone dressed like the catered empty person he always changes his name and he was named after this place isn't always the question in which he waits for you to answer to keep him company and to keep us warm time's that depressed someone dressed like the abused hope that comes near he always comes in late and he was tripping out on those pills isn't always the kind of thing that everyone else was into it was an after party that kinda lead us into that place the drool and the drugs, they somehow find them again the town bears a shadow that corners your walk the town that bears the moonlight disguised as your 'distant friend' watching playgrounds seem like a delight whenever you're alone the empty house and those spilling things you never once gave thought to it was an after party that drove us away from that place the drool and the drugs, they somehow scare us again the town bears a psycho lurking inside my head the insomnia dressed in a tux and playing dead inside this kind of place Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
i_hate_the_world47 Posted September 25, 2004 Share Posted September 25, 2004 Wow, that poem threw me for a loop.I liked it though.Good job and i hope to hear more in the future. ~meagan~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gauchori Posted September 25, 2004 Share Posted September 25, 2004 well... its didn't trew me on a loop, I just fell of the chair. lol Very nice by the way Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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