The Music

by KENNY   Feb 8, 2005


While my parents yell and i pretend to listen i lie on my bed patient ears attendant to the music in my Head I know they will soon be gone and when the dust settles ill stand strong and brave maybe not brave maybe stupid yet strong eyes like pools of blood deep and empty unforgiving eyes glaze over exploring the minds of the weak break their spirits take their souls live in the dark hide in the light

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