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Queen and Sherbourne

Ronin

Bluelighter
Joined
May 26, 2000
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Location
Toronto, Ontario, Canada
I take a line and it helps pass the time,
The time I so desperately want to redefine.
Boredom is my enemy
Drugs are my army.
In this battle it is the victim that wins,
THe victim is left unscathed, and grins.
Reminding me of something I know:
"Youth is not forever". And so
I take a pill,
TO feel the chill.
The warmth is no longer pleasant.
Like the rich man who longs to be a peasant,
I too crave the security of fiction.
The freedom to form my own contradiction.
In that enigma I always find
THe truth behind the lies that bind,
Rising up to form a wall
Of which I am the Architect no doubt at all.
So I stick a needle in my vein,
Longing once more to be insane:
I do not write or speak or read.
Smiling at the morality of my deed
My inner child communicates in Mime
As I crucufy the victim: TIME
 
um..okay..yeah..save for the needle part this entire piece descsribed exactly how i feel. wow..something like this really digs deep and hits home.
 
Ice-9 if you wnat to know for who I worte it, go to that intersection any night after 2am and go into the Coffee Time. Grab a cup of coffee sit down and watch!
 
*shiver* Your poem has a nice beat which heightens the chilling feel of it.
There are corners like that in every city I guess.
Sugar
 
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