We are not alone.
For they are watching us.
They tell us what to do.
As I sit here,
With my last waking moment.
With this knife in my hand.
Take it to my heart
Monday, February 25, 2008
Posted by Layla at 1:18 PM
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I'm old greg
We are not alone.
For they are watching us.
They tell us what to do.
As I sit here,
With my last waking moment.
With this knife in my hand.
Take it to my heart
Posted by Layla at 1:18 PM
3 comments:
I like it because it's deep and tragic.
i like it because its deep. kinda.
wow layla you right really well and i love reading you poetry because it's so deep...
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