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Tis The SeasonI am the black sheep that walks in the night. I walk alone in this world lost and alone unknowing of the fate that awaits me while I contemplate the reasoning of my being. I have always felt like an outcast in society, from my red hair and freckles all the way to my ethics, morals and values, whether or not that is true is completely irrelevant as that is not what I am concerned with. What does concern me is how we as people continue to dilute the very being of our very existence in order to continue the downward spiral our civilization is heading in.
Ever since I was 14 I knew something was wrong, whether it was with me or something surrounding me I was completely unaware although it was always there, stalking me like a lion stalks its prey. Unknowingly I began to lash out and rebel like most teenagers do as I was simply disregarded as yet another example of teenage rebellion that would eventually conform to the standards of soci
Third time wasn't the charmWhy you call I do not know
I do not know why I love you so
I miss you more as the days go by
As the days go by I sit and I cry
I wonder why you broke my heart
You broke my heart but it was only the start
From you I could not hide
I could not hide even thought I tried
You came crawling back wanting a second chance
A second chance for loves true romance
My hearts beats to the love we shared
The love we shared that is now dead
For a second time you left me broken hearted
You left me broken hearted my dearly departed
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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