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I'm not as broken as I seem.
I cover my wounds
And still let them bleed.
It's three AM
And I'm never so alive as now
When my mind unravels into waking dreams
While sleep escapes
These hazel eyes,
And I'm all black skies,
All black skies.
And sometimes my art
Gets out of hand,
While my mind travels
These
Painted
Dream scape
Lands.
And nightmares prevail into waking minds!
Viva la muerto!
- by ily_thats_all_she_wrotex_ |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/25/2008 |
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- Title: Viva La Muerto!
- Artist: ily_thats_all_she_wrotex_
- Description: I really don't expect anyone to understand this. I do because I'm illogical at three o clock in the morning when the *normal* world sleeps. It is not about suicide, it's about losing ones mind from lack of sleep and thinking they are somewhere/someone else/hallucination. Something like that, but the meaning could be obtuse. I know. I'm rambling.
- Date: 07/25/2008
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Little-luv-hearts - 07/25/2008
- Cool poem!
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- Ravisher Knight - 07/25/2008
- I actually really like this!! It's one of my favorites that I've seen. It might also be the fact that I totally get where this is coming from! ;D 5/5
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