Oh, lately it's too quiet
In this place
And I can feel
The black between
My lids
I can't hide
From cars
And fire
And cholesterol
Forever
Forever
Forever doesn't sound
So horrible anymore
Come cradle me
Coddle
Block my black
Stop cursing
My worthful words
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Penzu isn't working, so Xanga will have to take a semi-unpoetic entry. Sorry, those few who still read this and hate the icky emo gunk that really hides behind these pitiful stanzas.
So, staring at a high ceiling in an emtionally and physically cluttered house, I've been cowering over the prospect of death uncontrollably.
We don't notice it, but death gets closer everyday. I'm so afraid of closing my eyes and reopening them to a dying body.
Fear is incredibly scary.
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