So tell me sir with the bible in your hand

By Loneliness is condescending • July 26, 2006 03:50 UTC

Fall down tear the seams breaking the glass See there are no words in sight With so many think-me-not’s Spinning around my eyes clouded with another dream Panic fills me I cant breath with this quickened breath Let me rest I beg of you Let this go Because I want to tell you something But you wont stop screaming that you’re right Bury me along the scarlet path Then please walk way Before the fear will choke you to this place The words have spoken Kiss me kiss me

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July 26, 2006 04:26lost the lonely dead

*funny grin and votes to think on it a bit more*

September 15, 2006 16:25lost the lonely dead

parts of this poem tripped me up at first i found it hard to gleam a semplance of meaning but i think i do know i give high compliments to the first five lines, superb...i think it demands a response, a bit of a challenge