The secret lies with them,
What do they have to do with me?
They were before my time,
and have nothing to do with who I'll be.
At least that's what I used to think.
There must be a reason for why they would come to me
If I don't hear the secret, there will be more lives to reap
But all I have are dreams that keep me awake,
and clues that I can't figure out
These voices don't tell me what's at stake
They don't tell me, don't tell me,
and all they do is make me want to shout.
I have is this feeling of danger,
and this overwhelming instinct to hide
I have the feeling that if I don't figure this out
I won't be alive
Who know how many I'll drag down with me
How many more will disappear?
I'm the only hope
The end is near
03/18/12
It felt so nice to write a poem today! :)
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Poems (2012)
Poetry...And I unleash unto you, more torture. I never bothered with poetry before October 2011 and I didn't think I would have bothered with it after those last few poems in December. My poems are crappy, I say it all the time, but I'm kind of looking fo...
