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Brown M and M's In a Brandy Glass

Twice wronged by false ideas of a hero who doesn't save A man who is synthetic for a poor fools mislead hope How can you follow the convicted with a smile To twice have the dreams snatched by his will Tears like acid melting my heart away How soon they are to forget past disasters Like a wound in my soul its always going to stay I need to sleep But I only dream of unseen faces Melancholy smiles Mental plagues and internal trials If your cross to bear is ignorance Then this lack of life will become mine Another diet of colourful pills and bleak skies Slow burned before the feeling seeped inside When I try to remember the life I left behind I find the memories are dissolving while my emotions die Head wounds and another book of excuses So easy to identify the origin of another lie I need a pill to suppress my urge to live in vain I need a quick solution to destroy my ongoing pain I need to sleep But I only dream of unseen faces Melancholy smiles Mental plagues and internal trials If your cross to bear is ignorance Then this lack of life will become mine In my arms there wont ever be a weight Nothing to call my possession Smiles with that which I call my own Burdened by seeing others tears In the night of the cold moonlight Laughter so quiet to revalidate my state of mind I've been here before my memories so quick to remind me But they've been gone too long to give an answer to get me by I need to sleep But all I see are unseen faces Melancholy smiles Mental plagues and internal trials If your cross to bear is ignorance Then this lack of life will become mine

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Date: 7/24/2011 9:15:00 PM
Interesting write. Welcome to the Soup. Vince
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Gordon Joe Orton Kyle Ralston
Date: 7/25/2011 11:51:00 AM
Thanks Vince, yeah this poem was written during a,....dark time you could say that much lol find it helps to write it all down otherwise it gets too heavy but glad to be here at the soup! One of the best things I've ever done Kyle

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