Gateway

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By <b>. QUEENIE .</b>

you're starting to slip passing over the treshold you've loosened your grip you have such potential where are you going why are you doing this there goes reality... you're off on a trip. we stand here, alone and cold looking past your eyes trying to see inside trying to communicate and find who you used to be, why'd you change into the thing that we hate? we can't do anything we cant say a word we try and grab ahold we try and pull you back but you brush us off we've been told now and you've shoved and you've kicked all the fights that we've had were part of a plan that you cant see teh end of but we can dont you know this isnt the answer this is not a helping hand. the devil has his claws wrapped around your tiny hand and he is leading you down the dark path... we scream and we shreik but our voices, they are too weak. all you can hear, is the devils soft whispers in your ear. you smile that half smile and wave goodbye, cant you see us? we're screaming, we're crying, inside we're dying. turn back now before you can't please... please we're begging you help us to help you, we love you and we don't understand why the fuck you're letting him hold your hand. you're in a gateway... and you're fading away. xox Kyelle

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March 3, 2005 10:47My_pain_your_thrill

This poem really reminds me of a couple of my friends becoming the kind of poeple that we hated for so long. I like it alot.

August 21, 2005 22:03. QUEENIE .

yeah... happened to me. now we're not friends anymore and we're in a huge internet flame war and all but, i dont know. it doesnt matter anymore, she's long lost now.

im glad you can relate to so many of my poems. makes me feel less insane :P and more normal. thanks man :)