How Does It Feel?A Poem by Shanny RowanhillHow does it feel to dream at the end of the day and How does it feel when i take them away?
How does it feel to have the gun pointed at your head and How does it feel in your bottomless bed?
How does it feel to scream your throat apart and How does it feel with and un-beating heart?
It's not over until you give your soul It's not over until you sign with your name It's not breaking news and It's not amusement
It's not over until you choke.
How does it feel to run 'til you fall on your knees and How does it feel with an eternal disease?
How does it feel to break in two every time you wake and How does it feel to be nothing but a fake?
How does it feel to shard your soul every minute of the day and How does it feel when I censor all you say?
How does it feel, the chain, the mask and the surgical knife and How does it feel to beg for your life? © 2010 Shanny RowanhillAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on March 13, 2010 Last Updated on March 13, 2010 AuthorShanny RowanhillRussiaAboutStoic with STYLE. I'm Shanny, you may refer to me as "God", "Superior", "Admiral" Thanks. *Elvis voice* Fank you very..much. *stabs the stump repeatedly* DIE, DIE DIE! *looks up* WHO .. more..Writing
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