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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I feel like an Episcopal priest before losing his faith, a traffic accident thrown in his face, renouncing my faith even though my younger brother believes I'm more than just a human being, I'm sort of a saint without ever stepping a foot on a field, but why does he still look up to me and all my bad habits? Playing ballads against an empty glass of hope thinking how mysterious this world really is as crop circles engulf our minds with the possibilities, but I guess happiness is a hoax as I stare out this bedroom window laughing at nightmares just to let the world know how brave I am to peak out my once dry sheets and stare out the window at the creepy silhouette standing alone undearneath the midnight stars, but don't be alarmed, I am not scared of a soul trying to intrude on my ego, like if I am somehow exempt from the rumors of mortality. I feel the footsteps of strangers walking around in the shadows hiding while dogs bark curiously at phantom noises coming from the same place I just pointed my finger at. Maybe it's a sign that we are not alone on this earth or maybe it's a sign that nothing is furthur from the actual truth. Boarding up windows makes me feel safe but not invinsible on some rainy nights when my newfound fright gets the best of me. No matter where I hide, attic or basement, i'ts all the same, I still yearn for my inhaler feeling like a hostage ready to give my final words to the world before I pass away into the toxic realm of SET, swinging away into pity's arms, I'm acid to my own self , toxin in my bloodstream. Listening to beautiful sounds in the background as I begin to tap on empty water glasses just to feel sane before the asthma attacks my lungs and I loose control as sounds begin to exchange questions with my sanity. The sound of strings all around me and I'm beginning to understand each note, the reason why tonight on the bay of regret I float.
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