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Hitman
Join Date: Feb 2007
Posts: 484
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a man torn in two halves, scorned upon,
but to the world he laughs, and inside thats, the only factor he has, to make himself feel a man, the mood is dead panned, response are canned, the blood in his veins runs, but purely by chance, because if fate had its way, this would be former, not current, and coverage of the tragic event, would probably be discouraged, he eats well, but he feels malnourished, he prays each night, but like earths first space flight he's unsure his, pleas get answered, doubts plague his being, like cancer, and the truths to be found out, when its too late, in the granite, dust to dust, return to the planet, pictures invade my mind, lights blind my eyes, too startled to keep up with time, too disheartened to realise whats mine, i'm foolish, i bet i'll be dead before i do so, cos i'm lonely like robinson crusoe visions, colours, truth, knowledge, all of it doesnt mean a thing, if your lifes spent without courage, with a wish someone could cure this, deadly gangrenous thing that hounds your mind, plagues you, the devil hangs around, not for useful tips but to play you, i'm too poor to play scrooge, already married so no moulin rouge, son born, pressure on, i guess what he got in me, gone have to do, unlike my own father, he skipped town and saved me the bother, and even my grandad and me dont call each other, a result of the lack of distance but absent of bond, and he gone die soon, i guess my chance is gone, pictures invade my mind, lights blind my eyes, too startled to keep up with time, too disheartened to realise whats mine, i'm foolish, i bet i'll be dead before i do so, cos i'm lonely like robinson crusoe |
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