Bullet41
ubw rookie
Joined: May 22, 2005
Location: Bracknell
Posts: 120
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| Posted: Wed Dec 06, 2006 7:19 am |
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My conscious is speaking to me.
It says, “
Your going down like the titanic ship but this time not even a memory will survive. “
“ No! the only thing that’s going down is the imaginary source to your reality. “ I screamed.
I try to hide but how can you hide from your own conscious?
“ Take my advice, you’ll never win. Die before I give you a helping kill. “ My heart beats.
“ f--- you I’ll never relinquish. “ I cry.
This time I’m calling the shorts.
Why need lights, camera action!
When you got faith?
Thank God I’m still alive.
The devil is knocking but I’m opening.
I sit here at the table
But all my mind can sight
Is a glass of a bad day.
“ What’s on the menu? “
A girl standing with nothing but a utter rose
Emerging on her etiolated hand.
Its almost like her tears was bringing it to life.
She’s dishearten but she’s still smiling the hated days.
She’s fallen but she still held her wings like a angel sent from God.
I tap at her back but was rejected like my hand was the nightmare of her dreams.
I screech, “ can you hear me? “
But looks away like my faithless heart wasn’t even there.
Can this be I’m the devil?
I awake!
The glass I was clutching was empty.
Could this be that the girl was a human version of my faith,
Or was it just a joke by the devil laughing at my false believe?
I’m so lost. |
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