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Cemetary Chair
Contributed by
Exodus-On-Life
on
Tuesday, 25th November 2003 @ 01:54:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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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
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Exodus-On-Life
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2003-11-25 01:54:24] (Date/Time posted on
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