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Night-time
Contributed by
wolfwynd
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Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 06:02:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Night-time
Night-time comes along with thoughts of you,
A blackness askin to that of the soul,
Lost to what I want, a slave to what I need,
Addiction runs deep within these veins.
I try to block you out, but you are all I see,
Stirs the river of lust within but leaves me wanting,
Never to be one with you again.
Tell me what to feel, because I feel nothing,
Lost in the shadow of the person I once was,
Confused, angry, twisted emotions that swell,
Hard to shake, hard to let them go.
Posessed by thr demons thst plague my thoughts,
That although at bay by day, assend at night,
Always there, just beneath the surface,
That strike without warning and leave destruction in their wake,
Of that which was once my haven, but now a shell,
Of the night-time demons and the thoughts of you
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2004-06-13 18:02:24] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Night-time
(User Rating: 1 ) by waos on
Sunday, 13th June 2004 @ 06:11:57 PM AEST (User
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that's really really good. i can understand it too i think. thank you for posting it |
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Re: Night-time
(User Rating: 1 ) by holderofthestone on
Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 01:49:10 AM AEST (User
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Lost in the shadow of the person I once was,
- I really like this line, I sometimes think I wont ever be completely who I was before "her"... great poem I really like this one A++++ |
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Re: Night-time
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 11:37:03 PM AEST (User
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excellent write. kind of reminded me of evanescence. |
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