BlockA Poem by T.W. Knight
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I can't write with a mind like mine. I can't paint you a picture. The demons come for me And my hope is fading The lighter in my hand Is burning the world to my end. But hey there little man You are not alone, man Chorus We all stop We all think We all burn Then we all breath Verse My pen stays still The paper stays white And then I look to you Little man The world is a looney place If you have nothing left But we forget our way When angles take it away Chorus We all stop We all think We all burn Then we all breath Bridge Light is now the enemy Until we find a remedy We all burn down in memories You little man Chorus We all stop We all think We all burn Then we all breath © 2012 T.W. Knight |
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Added on December 28, 2012 Last Updated on December 28, 2012 AuthorT.W. KnightRound Rock, TXAbout"If life was a book, I'll hate the ending." I am a creative madman that does way too much. Writing may be a hobby for me, but that is where passion spawns from. I pursue many creative outlets such as .. more..Writing
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