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Temperature

Contributed by joey12345 on Sunday, 2nd April 2006 @ 05:14:30 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Im so cold
One more angel the next one dissapears.
Your so old.
your rotting like my dust under the table.
im a whole.
Come and jump. make sure you dont get stuck.
Im alone.
Trapped in my head, self pitty is a mess.

Melting my conciousness
these drugs are stupid, and so am i as well
belching the gasious fumes.
bleeding and watering my mushrooms.
a day of graditude.
ill load my gun with 6 shots of nyquil.

Im so stoned.
Two more angels the next one flies away.
your so gross.
Your so discusting, so pretty, i miss you
I want to go.
strap the wings around my back and fly away.
Im alone.
Stuck in my head, self pitty isnt stress.

Melting my finger tips.
i dont need them, i can just leave them here
the bats follow me.
The butterlys reflecting off my shadow.
a day of graditude.
ill load my gun with nyquil.

Im so cold.
I'm warming up, growing up is not a charm.
Im so old.
Corruption bursts from my skull and leaves me bald.
Im still home.
you just havent checked the bleeding freezer.

A day of temperature.
Leaves me here. Reaking of alcohol.
Another amature.
thats ok so am i as well.
Im so dumb i cant even spell.
Another pill and hills are growing on my skin.

Its a lonely cold.
One more angel fears to fly away.
Its a happy hot.
Blood drowned flowers slowly boil up.
a day of temperature
leaves me breathless
an ugly temperature.
makes my day complete.

Copyright © joey12345 ... [ 2006-04-02 17:14:30]
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Re: Temperature (User Rating: 1 )
by Mild_Tempest on Sunday, 2nd April 2006 @ 06:57:09 PM AEST
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Exhilirating, and detailed perfectly. I liked the structure you gave to the poem. Especially the ending.

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