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Deadly race

Poetry By: Nessly305
Poetry



A pattern of self destruction


Submitted:Feb 23, 2007    Reads: 115    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I cant see the way to the other side.

Feeling like ive already died.

Know one here to help me decide.

And i know this wont go away.

It haunts me everyday.

As I Feel my head with all these words to say.

Brocken soul in shambles under my skin.

Im afraid this journey is one i cant win.

Let it all go and start again.

Would someone watch me throw it all down.

Stand by and watch me drown.

In this dark helpless town.

Im stuck in a pattern of what is lead by a spirit with no face.

Telling me to hurry up into this deadly race.

So i can disapear without any trace.





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