![]() I hate waking up tiredA Poem by darkness*star1985
see what is not to be seen,
i look past the walls in my head i search for time and i get space images play like a moive on the big screen i know these images like the back of my hand i see them everytime, i close my eyes and wish them way but they come in like rain on your front door, block them out and they beat down the wall, hide from them and they scream run and the will chase you, there is no way to get them to leave not really, the images is a stain that you just can't resolve, they only come when there is lack of sleep. © 2011 darkness*star1985 |
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Added on March 28, 2011 Last Updated on March 28, 2011 Author![]() darkness*star1985N/A , FLAboutMind Games Hallways lead to doors some are open some are locked you need to find the secrets to find the key beware this place isn't what it seems doors could lead to more hallways that lead .. more..Writing
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