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Author: Ares1020
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 03-17-05 - Updated: 03-17-05 - id:1861162

A/n: Yeah I'm back but I don't know for how long. I've been having trouble writing recently and I thought I'd post some of the stuff I had sitting around. I just touched it up added a quick chorus so I dunno. Not my best stuff, (like the rest was any good). Enjoy anyway.


Take it, as is - Or run me down,
Like headlight’s been broken.
Fake it, Mrs. -Too-good-for-me.
You played me; caught open.

Take note, write it fast,
Bullet point, next to last,
Just another, stone to cast.

I’m just, a slowing - Stupid child,
A kid with out calling.
Time just, keeps growing - Too big for me,
I’m let down and falling.

Tick tock, count it down,
Free fall, hit the ground,
Running, wild ‘round.

Sunrise, so bright - so shut the blinds,
I’m tired of seeing.
My eyes, close tight - useless dead weight.
I’m back to my dreaming.

Searing, blinding bright,
Tired, senseless sight,
One more, Fucking fight.

My life, my love - All my bad luck,
They’re constantly stressing.
All strife, enough - Here’s my wits end.
I know it’s depressing.
Good see, I’m done - And just in time.
For one more last straw,
Could be, the one - to break my back Well…I’ll just leave it a draw.



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