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From Metamorphosis to Incognito
the words have flowed through me
like sand through the hourglass
With suicide and pain in mind
how easily have the thoughts come to life
shaping, creating, possesing
Would it be hard to believe that
between each step taken
each breath inhaled
the memories have been engraved
an endless supply of words
an infinite amount of feeling
time has passed and
with each tick of the clock
the flow of my words has worn out
the thoughts in my head are missing pieces
and my hope for humanity is almost gone
on this journey that I have taken
my feet have grown tired
my ankles have swollen
with the heavy burden I carry
I lay down defeated after every attempt
to renew my strenght and to express myself
With a final word I leave you now
an exclamation of surprise
as I realize that my last breath
has turned into a piece of work
something I coveted for all of time
Submitted on 2007-03-04 19:40:25
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I'm busy right now I will comment on it later. lol
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i can't really put my thoughts into word because im still not certain about what it means but i still like it. its like you've lost your inspiration in a way but later found it. i might be wrong but i still like it a lot. what does it mean?
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