Forgiven seemed to echo...
Loudly, silently, oddly enchanting
Sounds, vibrations... nearly lost in the
Chaos of a mind long since abanoded of hope
And love and all those things that make one feel
That feed the want to be alive... for just a little be longer
Causing us to hold onto those last seconds with a grip
So tight knuckles bleed white, and fingernails find bone
Beneath the layers and layers... oh the layers..
Please tell me what you think
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pretty intriguing write, and has a sense of weirdness in it.. i like that..
"And love and all those things that make one feel
That feed the want to be alive... for just a little be longer "
very good write..
~rana~


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Thanks for reading... and weird could pretty much describe anything i write thesedays lol
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