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Poetry
Mar 8, 2005 19:22:32 GMT -5
Post by Tyler on Mar 8, 2005 19:22:32 GMT -5
teh Withering Oak
Somber grey sunsets Painted on my face Like a thousand years Of misery and dust I have held on for so long To this narrow strand of light Sympathy is all that I have left I only sympathize for teh trees Dying under teh emotionless moon
Will you sleep tonight? Will you breathe tonight? Will you come searching for me Or will you let me die?
I wander through teh city So desolate and alone I make my way to teh roots Of teh old withering oak This where I find solace Everytime I am entangled In teh sorrow that runs so deep I drift away Its 2 AM in teh morning And teh city is dead asleep I wake teh stars tonight Just so they can hear my weep May teh starlight pull teh sin from me Don't wanna fill this world With teh unclean (like me)
I make my way to teh roots Of teh old withering oak So cold so dark so dank I wait here and think So cold so dark so dank I just need to think
Under teh branches of teh oak I wither and decay Twilights fading like my life I start to fade away walking I make my way To teh center of teh city teh lights here are so bright It drowns teh stars that wuv me Now is teh time that I realize That there is noone else than me I fall face down into teh snow And start to drift away I wither and decay
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