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10/2/04728394
By silent_screams
die away madman
slit the silent son's throat
to help me rise
above the fears
my past continues to throw
in my face,
but lets not let
the aftermath be wasted
my voice forsaken
just another journal
of a lost
confused and beaten child
taking on the connotations
of a lunatic
feeling happy these days
it makes me sick
seeing the tragic in your lies
i've sweated my soul away
i've soured above it all
touched realms that
are now a part of me
all in a day
my notebook is my slave
there isn't any where i can stay
without drowing in my own salvation
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Copyright 2003 silent_screams
Published on Thursday, October 2, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Monday, October 20, 2003, Johny_D_Lewis
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wrote:
screaming ever so silently in this work well done
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