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Speeding, Racing, Pacing, End
Contributed by
TundraHydra
on
Saturday, 20th December 2003 @ 03:36:58 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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World is spinning, world is fast
World is very very cold
I am going, I am going
I am growing very old
Time slows down and then speeds up
Shaking hands, hard to hold my cup
Blinking slowly, a thousand seconds pass by
Can’t remember them no matter how I try
Racing steadily along the path
Searching for the emotion to release my wrath
Lives pass by without a thought
I know the price I paid, but not what I bought
Too much energy for this body I possess
It escapes as I fade away to less
Accelerating faster, hard to go slow
Nothing to prove my presence, existence doesn’t show
Can’t touch, can’t see
Never going as fast as I can never be
Rushing through this plane of being
Watching impatiently through eyes barely seeing
Your touch is harsh, I stumble and fall
Hit the ground hard, bouncing back like a ball
Continuing to crash and burn
Views too distorted to ever learn
Trashing my mental place
Bounce off the walls like a basket case
Sounds not matching with the pictures in my head
Speeding at a break-neck pace, Lookout!, I’m dead
Copyright ©
TundraHydra
... [
2003-12-20 03:36:58] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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