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Dying In The Corner (Free verse) by Zalev Sitting in the corner,
with my knees against my chest,
I cry.
Crying in the corner,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
I think.
Thinking in the corner,
with my life so in distress,
I weep.
Weeping in the corner,
with myself being depressed,
I stress.
Stressing in the corner,
with my gun up to my head,
I fear.
Fearing in the corner,
with my body shaking,
I tremble.
Trembling in the corner,
with my knees up to my chest,
with my thoughts driving me mad,
with my life so in distressed,
with myself being depressed,
with my gun up to my head,
with my body shaking,
I die.
Up the ladder:
Deep Sleep
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Posted: January 4, 2005 6:54 AM PST; Last modified: January 4, 2005 6:54 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.2086053 Overall Rank: 4503 Comments:
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Dan garcia-Black @ 66.218.59.62
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4-Jan-05/7:57 AM
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Clever.
O wayward minstrel! Bestill thy warbling tongue! Thine irksome ballads tumble like elves 'pon the ears of wailing Netherfolk!
Fantasising about killing yourself is the most worthwhile thing you will ever do.
Too rightly this one hit home... pleasantly flowing and darkly satisfying. I like it a lot.
â¢Â°â¢Gregory Jamesâ¢Â°â¢ 146 view(s)
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