nakedman64

From My Room
2002-03-11 05:02:08 (UTC)

More Grass On The Other Side?

Sitting in my black chair
Admiring the luminous glare
Creeping between the crevice
Of my door which is mischievous

I find the light intriguing
As if it is calling me
Through the hole it's peeking
The hole of my cranial key

I could open the door
Why would I bother?
Bound to be nothing more
Than stairs leading to my father

This door resembles my life
The door the butter
Myself the knife
Seperating one life into another

If the door stay shut
I will probably masturbate to smut
If it's curiosity is succesful
My emotions may become a messful

But it may turn out for the better
Better than saying "I never met her"
Is it worth the risk?
Of hearing that loveless hiss

Emotions crushed way too easily
I guess it's better than living life meaninglessly
I dont want to die an internet fiend
Rather die the family dean




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