I said: show me your blood. -Why?-I want to know how alone in this I really am. I didnt expect that black liquid to be so thin.
This is something I want to rub between my fingers. I am right here. Why is that so wrong? I think I'll sleep on it. I miss my mom anyways.
posted by Cole at 5:09 AM
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Broken Eyes a plastic smile
i can see the world for miles and miles
sometimes im the only one who thinks as such
but in the end it doesnt matter much
Ask god, satan, or the seraphs inbetween
has there ever been a human with such a sheen?
Those thoughts how they did burn bright
but in the end wrong isnt always right
you can ask Ala Muhamed or even Moses
but in the end who is it that shows us?
A God, a Lord, Odin, or Thor?
No humans and all their petty lore
I've stood now i think for centuries
letting time cut the trees
but nothing has come close or even compared
to those thoughts that night two friends shared
now i know i shoulder this load alone
The meaning of life my Broken Eyes have shown
But who knows whats to pass
when you think back alone at last
you whisper "kiss me lightly with those shotgun lips"
The stock of a gun planted between limp hips
Now rest unfettered in a world your own
The meaning of life these Broken Eyes have shown.
-Kyle
PS i left the comment on the last one AND your writing is amazing
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