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I hate these days, gloomy, pointless all ‘n’ all.
And sadly, every day I’ll come to know will be the same as this.
An’ I’ve thought about some ways, to get some endless bliss.
But poisons are fer pansies, OD’s fer drug addicts, so I’ve thought about it.
And I figured bullets are the best.
Don't ask me bout the future, it comes too great a price.
But I dont got no poisons, drugs just ain’t for me, and I ain’t got no bullets
So looks like I don’t have a choice, I have to keep being me.
An’ I know that this life sucks and it wont be gettin’ better soon.
So all I have to say to you friend
Is live your life, to the best, go on vacation, get some rest.
An’ if someday your greatest fears are wakin’ up and immortality.
Then Im sorry friend, but you’ve become same as me.
- by dark demon53 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/09/2009 |
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- Title: These Days
- Artist: dark demon53
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Description:
I wrote this poem today when I was bored.
Tell me what you think. - Date: 06/09/2009
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- ColorblndKelidescope - 01/17/2010
- Nice i like it dark smile
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- dark demon53 - 06/17/2009
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- dark demon53 - 06/09/2009
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