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by Pinto Bean Power Sep 27, 2004 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
I cannot concentrate, I keep thinking of everything that I hate... And how I was the bait In his sick plot. Now he's like a blood clot. Clogging my system till I can't breathe the fresh air of love. To feel free like the white dove, Who flies high Within the sky... Instead I'm left here with these thoughts held in mind... As every fiber of my being Was slowly left behind. These shadows of thoughts won't leave me alone, Like a constantly ringing phone That pounds within my head, Making me wish I were dead! It reminds me of the steadily Flowing blood - rushing too my fists. The bright flashes of lightning and the dark clouds above Can't hide me... Can't save me from this black abyss.