I gaze outside as the drops dance on impact
This dusty old bottle in my hand is what I use to retain
I deny it's screams as it tries to attract,
Telling me to stop the pain
The tears dance on impact
The bottle is cracking
Too much to hold in anymore
Nothing is curing the sore
Fatigue catches on
I am out of my league
I can't keep pretending
Everything isn't depressing
For you are the people outside the bottle,
Trying to get through
I am inside waiting inside until,
I don't so easily fill.
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Written November 30th, 2005
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very deep dark and gloomy......wishful yet hopeful and yet a light seeps through....My attentions were drawn to pain....and the given theme of this writing I am begining to see the darker side of ones thoughts to something I didnt even consider?......oh but this is very well expressed even though Im not a darkside writer.....I see where your coming from....very intresting twist to the images I had when I started to read this...
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Malabu
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