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Contributed by
net
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Saturday, 9th May 2009 @ 05:29:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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We who sit in silence
Breathing slowly, scared to find nothing in the air
Feeding on myths, the warmth of the past
Trying to find a way to escape
There is a way the room moves around
And the feelings come to me in the night
I feel your love and the hate it breeds
And your failure weights me down
Blame me if you will
Dreaming of death we all are
This strange pull I sense around the corner
And the promise of near future
It doesn’t make sense
Strip me away from these hopes
So that I can be free
I walk without a goal
I deny the reasons behind all this
And still I keep on trying
But the darkness prevails
And in it the glory of this silent masses
They cheer even in death
For trophies we are
And will ever be
I don’t know
What it takes to be me
Here I am again
Trying to be me
Cleanse me of my purpose
Send me to that that hill where dead meets its purpose
Free me of my desire
Let me be
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