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Mourning Wake Up (The Beginning Of Our Wasted Day)

Contributed by abnormalpunk on Saturday, 25th September 2004 @ 03:37:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



i look into your eyes
and see the faith you have in me
the vision of our togetherness
the wishes of what we can be

grown inside the outer walls
my heart has fallen into heaven
i gave up the twisted truth
never knowing not then

i gave up looking into your eyes
and lost the faith i had in you
the vision of flames are we
the wishes that we were true

i saw the love i had in you
but my hate was bigger
is it not sad that my last thoughts
were if i should pull the trigger




Copyright © abnormalpunk ... [ 2004-09-25 15:37:00]
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Re: Mourning Wake Up (The Beginning Of Our Wasted Day) (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Saturday, 25th September 2004 @ 04:02:20 PM AEST
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excellent write. i loved this.


Re: Mourning Wake Up (The Beginning Of Our Wasted Day) (User Rating: 1 )
by Lee on Saturday, 25th September 2004 @ 04:40:49 PM AEST
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The Surreal eeL y'know Feel
of Sandman's Teal Overcoat Spiel Congealed
Happy Meal Says:

Everything feels right up until the last verse,
which reminds me of the Germs "Forming"
-"Rip them down
Hold me up
Tell them that I'm your gun
Pull my trigger
I am bigger than-"

Otherwise,
Well done!

(The name is very imaginative)


Re: Mourning Wake Up (The Beginning Of Our Wasted Day) (User Rating: 1 )
by Jishes_4_ever on Sunday, 12th December 2004 @ 10:56:54 PM AEST
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great write...

hope to c more from u soon

Jishes




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