Peer pressure, isn't it a b***h
The first time taking that drag
Just wanted to escape from life
Crossing that gate was a big mistake
That black wrought iron bars you past
Just to fit in with others and be cool
Looking dead as a zombie
Wasted to the point where you can't think straight
Won't remember anything in this hazing smoke
Dust, sand, it's all the same
as the eyes slow into the dark
Delightful feelings and confusion set in
Welcome, welcome to the wastelands
Where all that is waited for is that next rush
And hopes and dreams sink down the dirty drain
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Eurobeus Cyon's Poetry
This is where I express me. This is not for you to copy and say its your own. I am saying whats inside and not out. I am not masking myself, but uncovering what is inside. This is where I am who I am.
The E.C. has spoken
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Eurobeus Cyon
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They don't let me do the real medical work...they heard I used a butcher knife for surgery in the last hospital I worked at[/color:36298ae4fb]
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Demonic Assistant Cyon[/color:36298ae4fb]
They don't let me do the real medical work...they heard I used a butcher knife for surgery in the last hospital I worked at[/color:36298ae4fb]