Sunday, August 9, 2009

Calm

So different, wide eyed and so exposed. A soul like the last time I saw my father..... cold. The chip on my shoulder would crack your mold. I'll gamble hope until broke and never fold. Hurt changed my lust for pain and in turn, changed my lust for gain. Diving in the center of a plateau. So no level change but the pain remains, plane. Deep rooted problems that need solving. Solvent in the barrel, cylinder revolving. Oh how these thoughts are evolving. Hope the voices stop before embalming, I need calming...... -LIV
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2 comments:

  1. davinci codeAugust 9, 2009 at 4:08 PM

    I might not like what you wrote but the writing is good. Good expression for what you are trying to say.

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  2. 66evil_trixAugust 12, 2009 at 12:27 AM

    " Hurt changed my lus for pain and in turn, changed my lust for gain" I like that . And he closing line, i like that too. I like the whole thing.

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