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Ill help you seen the world end

Contributed by socialmisfit on Thursday, 25th February 2016 @ 10:21:57 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

so i/'/ll tell a story of my life as seen through beautiful eyes
bright and the trail of passion in the sunset
broken, and I/'/m so /*****/

(ohh the things i have done)

drunk and lonely, sometimes we all need a hand
on the face of my clock counting down the days until it ends
a dream of color and crimson. and my breath is drenched in atrocity
tasting the tip of a bullet, and hopeing it hits its mark
swallow. our faded tomorrow

( and hope it ends tonight)

my hands dance an outdated symphony.
orchestrated chaos, as your lips kiss a paper sky
hearbeats kicked in tune to neverwhere
and perfection is an illusion. voice cracking on the line

( I/'/m better than him because im still alive)

drunk and lonely, and I/'/m broken
and somehow I hate tomorrow. a gift!!

(i hope it arives on time)

as faces are forgotten we/'/re(i/'/am) lost
fixated with a chapsticked lip and a tongue of poison
it/'/s over... finished.... the grand finale

and we/'/re all so broken/ this world is /*****/

Copyright © socialmisfit ... [ 2016-02-25 10:21:57]
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Re: Ill help you seen the world end (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Thursday, 25th February 2016 @ 10:50:02 AM AEST
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Sneaky :) I love the barely harnessed chaos you have formed into a beautifully broken write...You incorporated your every emotion into each line. Making this poem come alive with nervous energy and wrought with defiant regret(s).

I dig the sarcasm, and even how each thought/action would be justified.
The format, turns of phrase, and your steadfast commitment to that /'/grand finale/'/, it just all works.

Welcome back! Please stick around.

~Scorp

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