A spinning room
So many shades of blue
No enemy exists
In this fairytale of bliss
And in my fist
A broken frame
Everyone's been pissed away
I'm sick of this
Impaired decadence
No more is it a game
I'm entering insane
But that's okay
So please don't bleed
Dont bring me to
My broken knees
Breathe...
Breathe something in
To see if we're here
Breathe...
Breathe nothing out
Cause we're all about to die
Author notes
Not sure where it came from, but it's here. 
Comments
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okay
I liked it...I didn't all the way fall in love with it but it shows major potential. I say this because I could feel the pain and realness of the whole poem. It felt to me like, in the last lines especially, that this poem was meant to be blunt, frank. It has this no prisoners attitude about it! Again it wasn't a great piece but it was good!
Smile,
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