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2006-04-06, 05:40
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Slayer of dumb cunts
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Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: Virginia Tech, Blacksburg, va
Posts: 3,622
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Through aged eyes
He'll find out, the meaning of this
Why everything seems fuzzy, and surreal
Only through experience does one understand
Age has set in and the redundancy has ensued
He's wondered where the time has gone
The long sweaty days of old
But he'll remember them until he dies
Fluctuations in days passed become a reality
Years turn to days, as weeks become years
He's unable to judge time as it progresses
Sense of self gone with the sands of time
But nothing feels right
Nothing feels solid
And this stable ground he walks,
Fails to meet expectations
Tiring more as the days continue
He presses on because he's told to do so
None of this ever made any sense
And now makes even less
He only finds peace in rest
Sleep is his only defense to the present
Sick twisted games now come to a close
Reality bats its eyes once more
Only by the cruel hands of madness
Could these revelations have been possible
15 years before, he'll now awake
Young, confused, experienced
All those years were for naught
The longest dream any could endure
As testament of years of conditioning he'll chose
The only response to the insanity of reality
No repeats, no redoes,
He'll finally get his rest
Just another confused adolescent they'll say
Making his mark on society.
I've been thinking about this idea for over a week now. Probably one of my .... more.. planned out pieces of writing to date. I can't wait to put this behind some music as it should be a good one.
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Originally Posted by Darko
...Its very annoying to keep having to hear some socially-disabled teen come on these boards talking about all the drugs he's started doing so that he can maybe grasp onto some kind of positive response so he feels better about himself and what he's doing.
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About requiem. Aint it the truth...
Last edited by tmfreak : 2006-04-07 at 03:58.
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