Open Doors that Lie

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By lost the lonely dead •

Down this bent and backward hall to the end of life Many doors open up promting me at first to choose At first i do only to find it never was my choice They decieved me into believing in myself to choose Fate's sinister smile creeping me out making me shudder A broken heart spills its tears making me pace Doors slam leaving a ringing in my ears The locks click in place dancing with ticking time Fate impails my cold damp forehead Killing my personality forever Re reading this i find it a bit choppy sorta myself

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December 6, 2005 18:57Loneliness is condescending

i'm not sure about this one somehting just sounds off about it but i dont know what your going for

December 7, 2005 04:14lost the lonely dead

*grins* me either i just sorta wrote it well i'll work on it