Intersession Of Clothes
Contributed by
rhei76
on
Friday, 11th June 2004 @ 08:42:23 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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This is what I have to state, I'm not stag,
I'm not happy, I'm not stoned. No, no, no
not today. I am one, By my self, No more
fun, nothing else. Alls been done, Wrote it
down, What I can, Block this word, Kill the
song.
I'm not happy, I'm not stoned, I am evil in
the sun, Trashed by what is empty here. All's
been done. Called a number, Left no name,
Sat by self, Lost the shame, No one else, No
one else, No one else. Took it in, Let it
go, Didn't care, Lost my soul
Once I had just a dream that I drempt,
Killed it on, Blocked it out, All I found
lost in doudt. What is wrong, What is wrong,
What is wrong?
Show the blood, Cover skin, It is all lost
within. Cover up, Throw it out, All my luck
splashed in ...
...And turning on his radio
Copyright ©2004 Blackhaven Ritzuell
Copyright ©
rhei76
... [
2004-06-11 08:42:23]
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