MinefieldA Poem by Neurosis
Walking through this minefield of miscommunication
where outbursts are fatal flinging shards of deadly exaggerations We've been here once We've been here before but we always come back to this never ending war Are we struck by Stockholm syndrome? We have each other by the neck, but wouldn't want to be anywhere else So pick up your gun and keep trying to shoot me through the chest while I'm shooting at your hands
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Added on June 16, 2016 Last Updated on June 16, 2016 AuthorNeurosisAboutI'm an amateur writer who likes to create poems and short stories as a form of self-expression. This is my first time actually making my work public and subject to criticism, so I'm open to any kind o.. more..Writing
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