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Digging away into my skin
I know now where I am, biting my lip, reassuring me I still felt pain
White as white can ever be, my room speaking
Piece of mind is what I keep, so ******** cold in this bind
Why have sanity when I have immortality, so freaking safe from myself
Drink the air and breathe your spit, pass what seem years
In solitary pale white, could swear purgatory looked different
Afraid of what I cannot see, too weak to understand what cannot be real
- by WereSquishy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/22/2009 |
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- Title: P.S. I'm Still Dead
- Artist: WereSquishy
- Description: Inspired from Weak and Powerless-A Perfect Circle
- Date: 03/22/2009
- Tags: still dead
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Comments (5 Comments)
- ElectraShocked - 08/21/2009
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It's very nicley written, it's like the person speak of himself as being sane, but when he himself is insane, ya know what I mean? The word white seems to be over-used a bit, but I guess thats the point considering he is in an asylum...right?
5/5 from me.
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- XxXCryxXx - 07/30/2009
- intensly beautiful
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- iwillbeatharvestmoon64 - 05/03/2009
- this is awesome its very deep 5/5
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- Mutandanstan - 03/23/2009
- that is insanely nice, I like it
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- hellobeautiful793 - 03/23/2009
- nice
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