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Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I miss you

"Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head."

That song is really stuck in my head.

It's called "I miss you" by Blink 182

Here's the lyrics...

Hello there the angel from my nightmare
The shadow in background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
Where you can always find me
And we'll have Halloween on Christmas
And in the night we'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never end

Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytime
And as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me your already the voice inside my head(6x)

I miss you miss you(6x)

Now let me write a quick poem to sing my song of expression:

sink into the fair of givers
blowing in the brisky breeze
leaves of every tone and tatter
fall into the freeze

screaming at the morning dawn
doesn't help one bit
so give it one more day
before you throw a fit

Landing in the big house
will gladly do you well
to keep you safe and sorry
you've died and gone to hell

where did all the fishers go?
I haven't seen them yet
I know they used to be here
because I found their net.

men have turned to drink
in the time you sit and plunder
take upon the knife
in your hand to wonder

the givers of the day
have given you the shaft
now it's time to be a man
and kick them in the ass!

wow- I must be in a bad mood. That sure is one mad poem. Funny, I don't feel like it started out that way. But the more I opened the door, the more the anger pushed until...I swore! Forgive me...I'm moody. I'm wearing a hat that says "Grumpy".

1 Comments:

Blogger Jinxy said...

There's no shame in agreeing with me.

I tend to be right. A lot.

6:59 AM

 

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