im dead 2 this world

leave me the fuk alone
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2001-12-19 02:30:14 (UTC)

state of reprocution

softly spoken words
expressionless standing in the grass
nothing is at its best
hovering shadows moving closer 2 the grave
grace of silence
indignified with significance
wilting flowers
faces of grace turn 2 dismay
in a quiver of a lip
feathers turn to stone
ideas turn to fears
run away into a hole
they go 1 by 1
looking behind themselves
wondering if teh choice tehy make
wil lead tehm closer to the grave