play dead
stay dead
babe the guilt you've been fed,
becoming the monsters
under your own bed.
mommy won't help
she's sick in the head,
so run from the room
get caught up in the dread.
x
in amazing detail
the glitter and doom
the moonlight left frail,
silhouetting the gloom,
x
the cryptic telepathy
evidence in your wake
disaster sings the sympathy
delusions forsake.
x
soft darkness is fading
the morning looks bleak
so call on your nightmares
lay thee down to sleep
Author notes
lol, so acctualy, i've got this friend, right, and he's pissing me off cause he isn't at the library, so i have no one to talk to while i do my report, and what started out a comment on his myspace turned into freestyle, so here it is for ya'll to enjoy!
Please tell me what you think
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RAY RAY. It's neat. =)
YOU NEVER CALLED. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAA -
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you call me
just not now cuz i'm grounded. 
~raven
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haha good poem raven and dont be calling blake a whore, hes a ManWhore, theres a difference I swear.....
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Awesome poem.Not too long and dragged out,it flows together and it's dark
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thank you,
now put it on your myspace whore. (sorry, i just like calling people whore.)
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