The Mouse and the LiarA Poem by LivingDeathThis critical time echoes, dogs bark at the air invading my thoughts, down the bottle I stare, enchanted they dance, a fistful of fire roses blood red, the mouse and the liar. A moments soft whisper, the person portrays do I bow to a ruler when my thoughts are ablaze, where is the passion, through glasses I see blocked by a window from answers I seek. To dream the outside, to survive through this life sooth all the pain, the chips and the strife.
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Added on July 29, 2011Last Updated on July 29, 2011 AuthorLivingDeathAbbotsford, British Columbia, CanadaAbout"I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not." ~Kurt Cobain. Wasssup guys! I am me, if you want my name, ask me for it. Life in every breath, is my motto. 22 years old, living .. more..Writing
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