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Cemetary Chair

Contributed by Exodus-On-Life on Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 01:54:24 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



Sitting in my cemetary
Chains bound to tendrils of despair

Taken away from discontent
And broken into something else

Screaming and weeping forever

Letters never sent
Losing my mind to nonsense

Forgetting what I meant

Equillibrium sets my examples
Makes me who I was

The old chair I sat in
Breaks as it always does

Legs break as splinters fly

My back against the cold floor
Dust settles on my face

Eyes wide open, searching
Waiting for a different place

Red streams flowing
From the back of my head

Falling off the edge of my seat

Different paths I always seem to tread

Lying here cold
My arms pulled to the floor

Searching the room for something
Looking for the door

No strength to pull it together
As if I ever could

No will to try forever
And I never really would

Taken from my cemetary
Brought into the clasp

Stepping over the body
And throwing away the mask

Heard the voice from the bottom
Grabbed my hope when I tried

Losing motivational feelings

Sitting in the cemetary and I died

Singing in my sleep
Only resting my eyes

I couldn't convince you then
You never succombed to my lies

In the city now
Away from all the stones

Feeling so pathetic as always

Waiting for the emotions that your heart never condones

Sing myself stupid
Sit here in my chair

I'm sure it will break tomorrow

And I'm sure you still won't be there




Copyright © Exodus-On-Life ... [ 2003-11-25 01:54:24]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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