'Dark'

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This smile is only a fragment, in fear of hate. This life is controlled, by the fear of hate.  
slit my wrists everyday swing on a noose the pain will stay blow off my head Just more holes for the tears i have no one to hold haven't felt loved in years I could jump off a tower
Darkness has fallen All the hues of the earth have dripped off into the universe And the last ray of light has hid itself long ago from dependent eyes. As I sit upon my window seal, the distorted images I make of creation,
If the walls could talk the secrets would flow The hatred will grow That's why we hope nobody knows But the walls talk  They know what I did this summer And while the darkess spreads  Cup runneth over
I write not with  words Of pen But of thoughts That build from  Dark and grey Through pain and wonder I write my words 
This is the tale of man in his boat; So worn, so tattered, barely stayed afloat. Late in the evening, no luck on his side, He came into shore on the first riptide.  
RED
Red.  All I see is red.  Everything, everywhere.  Everything is Red.    Nothing moves. 
Trapped in a glass cage, No room to move, To expand and grow.   I feel pathetic, And so hungry.   Squandered in a clear prison, I can see bright beams of hope.
Trapped in a glass cage, No room to move, To expand and grow.   I feel pathetic, And so hungry.   Squandered in a clear prison, I can see bright beams of hope.
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