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Saturday, December 17, 2011

Ain't looking back in anger

I work through long periods of silence, when the noise outside looks like some silent farcical mime

I don’t work actually, but let my haphazard thoughts rummage through my mind

I waste the precious moments of my life – many, many years went by like this – in the trivial, trying to keep my bastardly egotism alive

I want to believe, but nothing comes my way; probably I’m not a believer                                                                             
                                                                                                                           
I had read and dreamt about the magic mountains when I was a child, sitting in the low plains and hoping to go there some day

What do you lose? What is there to lose? What is there to lose anyway?
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Anonymous said...

I hurt myself today,
To see if I still feel,
I focus on the pain,
The only thing that's real,

The needle tears a hole,
The old familiar sting,
Try to kill it all away,
But I remember everything,

What have I become,
My sweetest friend,
Everyone I know,
Goes away in the end,

And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt,

I wear this crown of thorns,
Upon my liars chair,
Full of broken thoughts,
I cannot repair,

Beneath the stains of time,
The feelings disappear,
You are someone else,
I am still right here

And you could have it all,
My empire of dirt,
I will let you down,
I will make you hurt.

December 18, 2011 at 4:14 AM

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