the-elm's Diaryland Diary

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the poem of vacancy..

Cracked
Like a broken lightbulb
I am
Silently waiting
A vacant killer
And his guilty victim.

Prisoner
To my fate
Fate?
Or lies?
Lies
All of them
We no choice
We have no voice.

Standing
All alone
I cry out
To the darkness
Will i be
Saved?
Or will i be
Forever forgotten.

Hush now
Quiet
I have nothing
More to say to you
Nothing more
But always less...

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yeah, being bored and vaila can make you write strange things..

© nijah khan.

6:36 p.m. - 2006-03-30

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