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getting paranoia
looking round
no-one ther
not a sound
get home
go to bed
not a wink of sleep
cannot think
seeing red
see a person
all alone
single stab
solitary moan
casual walk
down the street
start to rain
covered in sleet
blue light flashes
start to groan
see no faces walls of foam
arms constricted
feet bound
walls of rubber
all around
seeing red
for last time
contorted face
only mine
- by Agito Z Wilder |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/06/2009 |
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- Title: Walls
- Artist: Agito Z Wilder
- Description: I remeber doing this not so long ago, i was simply bored, and fancied the out,look of a mentally unstable person...its rubbish..so i guess i failed lol
- Date: 08/06/2009
- Tags: walls
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Comments (3 Comments)
- CassiCleopatra - 08/10/2009
- I agree . This is better than most poetry i've written in the past. 5/5
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- King of Trash - 08/09/2009
- I agree with sakura... definitely not rubbish.. very good acctually... 5/5...
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- Colour of Snow - 08/07/2009
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It's not rubbish, I think it's quite good.
4/5 :] - Report As Spam