Sunday, January 1, 2012

My Guts have tied knots Twisting about themselves,
Stomach getting sicker, words getting weaker.
I've got so much I want to say, it can't come out.
A whole bunch of shit I can't even spout.
Because In this world I live in doubt.
Followed by the shadows of tomorrow,
You think they don't exist, but try your hardest not to dismiss,
These sneaky little lines, they hide and they climb.
Gripping at the dark crevasses of your mind.
Slowly exposing themselves as you approach the next scene
Showing you the deeper meaning oh things you don't want to believe.

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