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No Worries

Contributed by Exodus on Saturday, 29th April 2006 @ 09:57:59 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I am the act of submission, with a sudden need of prescriptions to ease as casually as sedating children
I am roughly translated, equally debated as I am missing you as if waiting for something bad to happen
I am actually, self-contract-ually signing the moment that I will let you down
I am the supposed, but what you never know is that in the end I also begin under the ground
As a matter of fact, the thoughts that you attract are so subtle right down to the bone
However, I hope your future endeavors treat you terribly as you unbearably sit alone
I am the truth behind the curtain, but what's for certain when everything you know begins to fade?
I am totally related, equally sedated as I balance my life on the tip of a blade
I am subsequent but far less than frequent visits to the center of my brain
I am late for something, one thing I can't seem to bring through all the pain
I am the calvary, moving now from thee as I concentrate on something dry
I am the understanding, totally demanding everything I consume or try
You are the impossibilities, so stupid as you sit with me refusing to let me catch my breath
You are the junction, the object of malfunction that I have never even met
I am the reason to leave here, nobody to see here as you scan the room and turn and leave
I am the way I follow your eyes, swallowing the cries as I struggle to catch hold of what to think
You could not care less as fading as the caress down the beauty of your spine
You are taking care of everything but even though I'll never see or think of you as mine
I am the problematic, suddenly clear to static reason you'll never learn
I am the even against the odd, against the wind I trod as my thoughts themselves seem to burn
I am the not-to-exist, as you sit and reckon this as I fall into dismay
I am the confusion, the subsonicfusion of spinning into the next day
You are the sun, not the only one but significant because of a convenient place to live
You are not what needs depending, but rather seek a neverending cycle such as this
I am the club you can't get into, the one you've never been to and probably never will
I am the sound of water, trying not to bother you as you sleep there suddenly still
You are the vacation, the casual persuasion of borrowing a buck from someone new
You are the provoking, the neverending poking of a lie corrupting a truth
I am the hate you bring thereafter, all you hear is laughter erupting from the end of the hall
I am the shadow, certainly not now though as the was turned to nothing even wrong at all




Copyright © Exodus ... [ 2006-04-29 21:57:59]
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