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But What now?

Poetry By: KastOblivion

Something i felt like writing. there is no real meaning to why i wrote it. (then again..sometimes a poet's work reflects his/her feelings sometimes ^^; )
(don't freak out now though. Im fine ^_^)

Submitted:Nov 23, 2007    Reads: 113    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

Screaming until my lungs collapse

Cutting deeper into the skin

Letiin' the crimson flow

Tell me when I am going to feel inside

so i will not run and hide.

Waiting for the "someone" to save me

Feeling cold inside

Lying on a floor of knives

Someone please warm me up

and take the pain from my soul.

I am lying in a cacoon of endless lies

no one will save me from me!

Can anyone really save me from dark.

Show me the path i need to walk

Why am I seen as a fuckin angel?

Is there something wrong with the world around me,

or is it just me!

I am not me

how could this be

i though i was right

but what now?


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