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My Own Little Dungeon
Contributed by
frozensuicide
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Saturday, 7th December 2002 @ 12:45:00 AM in AEST
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I hide in my own little dungeon and wait,
For day to fall until the time I don’t hate.
I don’t want you to see me,
For who I am, I can’t be.
I’m sorry for what I put you through.
Everyday you see me, I make you blue.
I stay in my own little dungeon for that,
Cause I don’t like to see you mad at me in fact
Maybe you just don’t know how I feel,
But maybe it’s just not a big deal?
But I stay in my own little dungeon for that,
To stop the pain from you exact.
You get the best of me every time,
Making me feel remorse to even make me rhyme.
I make you ecstatic,
Making life for you chaotic.
I stay in my own little dungeon for you,
To make you be happy and not blue.
It seems easier for you not to see me,
I don’t feel like I'm being treated fair you see.
I feel as if you push me away,
To make me fall but to stay,
Its because who you are,
And I love you from afar.
But I’m tired of feeling as if every thing is always my fault,
Making you feel like asphalt.
I stay in my own little dungeon I will,
Although it make not be a thrill.
I stay on my computer writing my future.
With stories and poems and maybe even a scripture.
That’s what I do in my own little dungeon
In my four walls and within.
That’s why I have my own little dungeon.
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frozensuicide
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2002-12-07 00:45:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Own Little Dungeon
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Sunday, 29th December 2002 @ 05:15:27 AM AEST (User
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Dear Frozensuicide @-<-<-
I have been reading some of your poems and do find much in them to teach all who come to visit you here; quite a lot to go through their day with; this poem so charmed me.. perhaps it was the title.. or indeed it is I see myself in it many days past from today..
Your writing friend always Nessa
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