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The End.Category: I was called deep once.
Sunday, 28 June 2009
09:43:47 AM (GMT)
Ballroom Glances,
Headstrong Stances,
Silent lullaby's,
Horrid farewells and goodbyes.
Pinky promises
written in blood.
Taunting spirits
that are just misunderstood.
Wandering souls
that secretly seek for a home.
This our world,
full of misuse,
Children's innocent eyes,
blinded by the sin we're stuck in.
Mistakenly taken words,
Starting the war of the worlds.
Why have we come to this?
Murders go unnoticed,
Screams go unheard.
The voice of the children?
What voice of the children?
Little Princess's scared to speak,
barely make it through the week.
They dance with the Knights,
Only to find them rats in disguise,
Only there to create the princess's demise.
Gun fire is shot,
But no on hears.
Wars are began,
Yet no one cares.
What have we come to?
How did we get here?
We became blind.
We became mute.
Now we are unable to stand,
drunk on imaginary power
while the world falls apart.
This is it.
The End.

1) I wrote this Like.
A month ago. T_T I fail at typing things and posting them. MY BAD.
2) I generally don't care about the mess we're making of the world. But, most of my poems I have no idea where the come from anyway, honestly.

‹Syndromic_Wonderland› says:   28 June 2009   524538  
I like it. Great job on this! 
‹AndeeATTACK!› says :   28 June 2009   174888  


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