by Ethan Womack

Created on: September 12, 2007

When I woke up this morning, and thought about my dreams, I realized everything, wasn't quite as it had seemed. And everyone that on the way, I had stopped to meet, had suddenly appeared, and kicked me to the street. Then that one hard cold man, turned to me and said, "Nothing you've accomplished, will mean anything when your dead". So I got back to my feet, and ventured down the road, found an alleyway beside the place I used to call my home. That's when I realized, just who that man was, he's the savior I'd been told about, who governs from above, and never comes to see you, unless you have done wrong. He says he's here to help, but you see it's been so long......

My eyes are burning bright, from the drugs I used to do, and all the ways I thought that others were put here to be used.I am the only one I see and no one else is here but me. The ache in my head is starting to make sound. It's turning to a voice and trying to bring me down. My doctor tells me I need sleep, but I just want to weep.

I stayed up in that alleyway, where I had learned to grow. I haven't spoke in years to anyone I used to know. My hands are weak, my stomach hurts, and I just want to die. But what would that solve, except the fact I'm right...

If right is what I wanted to be, I'd of fallen much quicker, and captured everything in a half developed picture. We can chase away the bees, the brand new house, the apple trees, and learn to start anew this time, while keeping everything in the rhyme. With words that start and end the same, nothing else is left ashamed.There needs to be more words to this, I just made more up now.

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