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Wasted world, Wasted mind

Poetry By: Lex The Damned
Poetry



Waste me...waste you...waste


Submitted:Sep 29, 2006    Reads: 152    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Wasted world, Wasted mind

Before I start to think half the thoughts

That fill my mind to the brim, I must

First see the light of day before

The night comes to take it all away.

Before I speak my conscious life

In words upon a once blank paper,

I must first understand what it is that

I want to hide so deep within myself and

Then I have to start the quest to find the reason.

It is dark night and the moon is hidden by the

Mass of greyness that crawls into every open

Space, every open

Mind, every open

Anything.

Do not fear the fog?

Even when it will kill you?

Do not fear the life?

Even if it will take you to the grave?





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