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Ms. Pop&Bang
Guest
In and out I fall
I must regain my sight
The drowning of my sorrows
The retrieval of my flight
Consciousness arises
I've yet to reside
The impotence is lack there of
My impulses will confide
Torture is not an option
Freedom is what I expect
The overbearing sense of weight,
Somehow allows me to reflect
Repressed feelings have been lifted
and now the overwhelming jolt,
has me so completly saturated
in what *you* consider a joke
These senses have all been depleted
And now I've restored faith,
in what I have always understood
the similiarities between love and hate
I don't know...just felt like writing a poem and this shot out of the 'ole brain.
hope y'all don't think its stoopid.
I must regain my sight
The drowning of my sorrows
The retrieval of my flight
Consciousness arises
I've yet to reside
The impotence is lack there of
My impulses will confide
Torture is not an option
Freedom is what I expect
The overbearing sense of weight,
Somehow allows me to reflect
Repressed feelings have been lifted
and now the overwhelming jolt,
has me so completly saturated
in what *you* consider a joke
These senses have all been depleted
And now I've restored faith,
in what I have always understood
the similiarities between love and hate
I don't know...just felt like writing a poem and this shot out of the 'ole brain.
hope y'all don't think its stoopid.
