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    thoughts

    When hope is resurrected and you really thought it could'nt be
    When the rope over ya head was expected to keep you there, but you knew it should'nt be
    when reality mixes with dream and shortens your life expectancy
    thats the time when your thoughts have to be protected from me

    I see you, I hear you, is that really me though
    am I looking in or out of the window


    When your face is marked by tears of unholiness
    When your heart is full of anger, but godliness makes you think peaceful
    when lust becomes your only wanted sense of achieval
    when evil becomes sweeter and no longer an upheaval

    I feel you, I touch you deep
    am I still awake or am I still asleep
    Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
    Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow
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  • #2
    Nicely done Bobby.

    PS: Ima be droppin some new poetry real soon. I stopped writing for a long time and only recently started again.

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    • #3
      yea, me too troy lol, cant wait to read em
      Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
      Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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      • #4
        Nice bro. Just dont cut veins of too much pathetic stuf :P
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        • #5
          I'm sure I've read it before...but again, really nice piece bobby. Should share with us all you got! lol

          By jamaal

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          • #6
            lol ty sahar i have'nt wrote anything for a long time now
            Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, he doesn't even seem to be livin'... until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin
            Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow

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            • #7
              I love the way you managed to create the creepy vibe on this one.
              A piano would make this an awesome piece! Keep ventin

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