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Recently by rogues
Posted: Dec 9, 2006 Sat 03:51 pm Views: 117
Low on love
High on adrenalin,
There was a time, I wrote of the joy
Now it’s just about the sorrow.
Perception as crooked as my script
Nothing seems straight anymore,
It’s all about blames,
About questions with meaningless answers.
The drum beats
The guitar chords,
All play a sad tune
All is lost,
I have lost.
All that effort
How long before I break?
The reasons forgotten
The past corrupted, seen with blinders on
We stumble on the edge,
Two steps away from the fall.
Let’s step back,
No questions asked.
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