poemranker ::Twisted Dimension by DreamMachine

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Twisted Dimension

Member since 2002 · Posted 1 Oct 2002 · 2 comments

I hear a cry, And an angel screams, My words are shattered, But I still think twisted dreams, Reality sucks, But I heed no cause, Only for a short second of time do I stop to pause, A whistles blown, And they call out my name, Screaming come back you fagot, Its the only way to stay sane says my brain, And as the world turns for just one more minute, I wake alone, But i'm drowning in it

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[n/a] Amelia 9-Oct-02/6:43 PM Reply
I believe you mean, "....A whistle's blown..." and the spelling is 'faggot' in reference to the wood-related meaning of 'faggot'.
[3] horus8 9-Oct-02/7:28 PM Reply
while squatting on the phone (should add at end)