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 Life InThe Gutter. Have you had the time to think things over? the time to wonder whats the next move? Ever been surrounded by the dead. Dieing over and over? Every second; I think of these memories that lay in my hopeless mind Every minute; We use to lie under these stars watching the world go around. Spinning in circles; Lost, not knowing where to go. Blindfolded and delirious. Trying to hit this piñata, but no luck what’s so ever. Every hour; I’m lost in these nightmares of the untold secrets These secrets haunt my every moment; For where it leaves me waking up screaming in the darkness. Every day; I lay here in this infested room Where I crawl to the corner. I curl up in a ball; Hoping this dreadful feeling will go away, but we know it will never go away. For I am death, because These moments, These memories, Every second I wish something could relieve this curse. Ever minute I kill another with the touch of my finger. Every hour I scream for forgiveness. Every day I die alone. It’s all the same. It never ends; It never ends.. Article posted May 1, 2012 at 05:25 PM • comment (1) • Reads 675 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  Brandon I have felt like that some times. This is a very good poem but it needs more rhymes.
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