Author: Simik


The horrid figures within my mind
along with everything i find
they destroy it
over time

Through the dark i wonder and think
about the reason people blink
in disbeleif of the real thing
that drives them crazy and nuts

My head aches in pain and agony
as i find the path that any
man would walk alone with nobody
wander it
and end it

"No man can do anything"
"No man can do something"
its always a group effort to them
the masses
so why do we fight?
the horrid crowds?

Do they seek a reason to kill?
a reason to spill
the blood of those they despise..
is there anyway to win
to end this endless path
or do we have to keep on living
fighting back for ourselves..


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andrea ( -- Sunday, February 22 2004, 04:28 am

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