You're lacking something.
Like a paper flower's want for breath.
Cobwebs stating that age-old story
Of life that used to live.
You find it hiding.
In echos of memory,
With a dusty streetsign you should have
Been watching.
You've made a wrong turn.
Somewhere in childhood you lost your way,
Only to find it ten-thousand years later,
And all that you know is angel's decay.
Suffocation in a crevice
Between the past and future,
Sleeping in your rot by day,
And through the wailing night you waste away.














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what I got out of it is that you missed something in life when you were younger, and you want to go back and change it but you cant and you don't know how, it's eating at you at the fact that you cant go back and change your childhood, like you should have been watching but you didn't and now it's too late!! now if this is wrong well then i'm sorry hahah I tryed but anywase I really like it because it showes how i feal alot of the time like there is something missing in my life something i could have had but left behind! hmm... anywase killer poem love it!!!
Steph....
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how you structured this piece is so powerful...
the dark atmosphere is incredible...
need i go on?
lovely poem...
i hope u keep writing.
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murray.
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"Take this time, close your eyes, try to open up your mind, I will lead you, a distant land, a dying man, lying wounded in your hands, wonder why he's bleeding" -Stereo Motion
"Sleeping in your rot by day,
And through the wailing night you waste away."
I think I have a new
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