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Hepless Head Hole

Poetry By: Nessly305

Whats is really going on up there?

Submitted:Nov 1, 2006    Reads: 185    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

��������������������� A hole of darkness, is exactly what im turning into.

����������������������Dont come near, or it will leak into you.

�����������������������I never knew it could feel this bad, to feel nothing at all.

��������������������� Misery in a darkened hall, you'll always trip and fall.

�����������������������Its scary to forget who you are, because you dont wanna know.

���������������������� And� just as demented to know, and wanna forget.

����������������������� How much farther can i drag myself, down this hellish road.

����������������������� How extreme can our thoughts, be forced to corrode.

������������������������ Im confused, cursed for sure.

�������������������������No cure, im almost certain i have to feel this sadness thats so pure.


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