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Post by Xombie on Jul 3, 2005 18:18:40 GMT -5
-Chained Shut- Fists band hard agaist the door. Trying to get out. Feet stomp hard on the chamber floor. Poison sits in the corner and voices seem to wisper. Tears drip to the bottom the jar. Scream all you want. They'll never know. This is what its like when your down so low. Chainded Shut in a chamber of woe. Chained wripped around my neck like thorns on a rose. Scream. Scream. Scream. But yet it never works. Eyes beam looking at me endlessly. Hope for a better day is all I can say. Faith is a good tool to have in this bottomless pit. That is what lets you walk on. But still in the chamber. Chained Shut. Chained Shut like a rat or a starving wolf. Fittle with the lock but you'll never find the key. But what you have to notice is this is all it will ever be...
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Post by Xombie on Jul 3, 2005 22:29:20 GMT -5
thank you
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Post by darkangel13 on Jul 5, 2005 9:40:38 GMT -5
awesome poem, cole. i like the pic 2.
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Post by Xombie on Jul 5, 2005 9:57:14 GMT -5
Thankyou shanda.
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Post by darkangel13 on Jul 5, 2005 10:31:56 GMT -5
yw.
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