I love you but I can't tell you all, 'coz you are just not me and I still love darkness though I preach for light...
I was born to be a fighter but I am a poet and I escape through the thick and thin with blood on my hand.....I made a Caesar's castle out of the sand I was supposed plough some gold from, and I sleep behind the basement door in there. I trusted you and I still do......but I can't not defend......
I killed a bird once but I ate many! I still pray for wings and believe in fairy tales which start from supermarkets and never last through my late afternoon depressions.
....nevermind, it was blue, but I drew in red! I mixed a little blood in there fantasizing red and they all laughed at me instead. I stormed through the party, banged shut the door and threw up the pink creamy slice of pie that I bought to celebrate my Somalian progress of hunger over Indian life and very American death - it was my last birthday!
.....AND THERE WAS A DEATH! For those who were hiding tears in midnight pillowcase, I was screaming on top of my voice to stop from dying, and in stead of fighting, I flew off the bed. Tickle on my shoulder and I froze in terror, I knew it was HIM, it was him again! No matter how much I try to hide from the pain, I was going insane and I knew he'd follow me all my life in the name of game. I saw all of those whom I had trust in, I saw all of those whom I would ever believe and I saw all of them laughing in the monster of my love, in the sin of my death. I was scared, I was damp and torn, I was split in darkness into pieces of flesh....and another cold touch of wind on the naked shoulder, I knew I had to find the last escape....... pull the trigger on the brain and no looking back - that's what I am meant for and I knew it by then......
I was born to be a fighter but I am a poet and I escape through the thick and thin with blood on my hand.....I made a Caesar's castle out of the sand I was supposed plough some gold from, and I sleep behind the basement door in there. I trusted you and I still do......but I can't not defend......
I killed a bird once but I ate many! I still pray for wings and believe in fairy tales which start from supermarkets and never last through my late afternoon depressions.
....nevermind, it was blue, but I drew in red! I mixed a little blood in there fantasizing red and they all laughed at me instead. I stormed through the party, banged shut the door and threw up the pink creamy slice of pie that I bought to celebrate my Somalian progress of hunger over Indian life and very American death - it was my last birthday!
.....AND THERE WAS A DEATH! For those who were hiding tears in midnight pillowcase, I was screaming on top of my voice to stop from dying, and in stead of fighting, I flew off the bed. Tickle on my shoulder and I froze in terror, I knew it was HIM, it was him again! No matter how much I try to hide from the pain, I was going insane and I knew he'd follow me all my life in the name of game. I saw all of those whom I had trust in, I saw all of those whom I would ever believe and I saw all of them laughing in the monster of my love, in the sin of my death. I was scared, I was damp and torn, I was split in darkness into pieces of flesh....and another cold touch of wind on the naked shoulder, I knew I had to find the last escape....... pull the trigger on the brain and no looking back - that's what I am meant for and I knew it by then......
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