Allein Fuer Immer
Contributed by
assassinatorgirl
on
Wednesday, 18th January 2006 @ 10:36:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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Allein, Alone,
Where nothing grows.
Friends are meaningless,
Worse is loneliness.
Off go my wrists,
There were too many slits.
Scratches Bruises Burns and Cuts,
Nothing left but a stream of gust,
Call them words but they have no purpose,
Prattle from my chords, my head's circus.
Round and Round we fall and decay,
Hoping to be pitied some day.
Allein, Alone,
Rattled to the bone,
The echo of lost dreams,
Last threads of the seams.
It all breaks apart,
We go back to start,
We make the same decisions,
With acute precision.
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assassinatorgirl
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2006-01-18 22:36:11] (Date/Time posted on
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