revolverA Poem by DollTired. Too much happened to mention. right here; right now. Too much; too late and now it's back to where you started. Circle; round round we go. Skies fly by go down get up, leaving life behind; rewind, create; rise & fall. Rise and shine, give it a try. maybe. next time. Circle; round round we go. Do the wrong thing; watch yourself break. Pity. Walk the line; between the sentiments. You are done. Lay down; wake up. Repeat & See. Circle; round round we go. Disappear and crawl back out. Dive into the red sun followed by black and blue and grey; you are alone here. Feel it; swallow. Circle; round round we go. Guilty your mind and empty your eyes; sleep overcome. Creeping just beyond consciousness & stealing your sanity. Look ahead; tell me what you see. Circle; round round we go. © 2010 DollAuthor's Note
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