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All Deviations
All Deviations


                                   Grind...
                                      my skin...
                                 Grind...
                                       my heart...
                                       Grind....
                                             my mind.

            And as it slowly slips away
                   the wear and tear and wear and tear
                               GRIND!
             taking away, taking away from my little mind

                          Today, today i shall go out side and smell the grass.

                             The dull mind slowly slips into the state of alarm.

                                     Grind.

  Slowly taking away my mind. slowly pulling away at me.

                      God damn. God damn this grind.

                              Of every day. of every day this is the last.

     Can you see it? Can you feel it? the change in the wind, the grind of the air against your skin

                    Small log houses, burning in the background. Slowly disolving into nothingness.

                               GrInD of the casual day. see it today.

                  What i say is what i hear. i cant see this shit in here.

                                       Grind.
                      Seven more left can you feel it now?

                                  Seven little hooks stretching you apart.
                            
                                        Can you feel that now?

             Sick little joke i had a sick little joke it slowly turned me made, one more day and this...
                                                This...grind.

                     I dont know how to stop this.

                                this daily torture of things i wish not know.

                    Of people that wish to tear me down.

                 Topple my cards and bring it down.

                     Slowly eating at me this.                            Grind. A grinding feeling on my soul.

                    Haunted by...the daily ghosts. Of the daily deaths. Of the daily wars. this grind.

                          This grind has me down...has me down on my knees and i cant seem to stand

                                  Grind.
                           
©2005-2008 ~storyofnothing
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im rather bored and i feel like writing another poem on the spot. once again, no back space not changing what ever comes to mind will be the poem. thats what i love about poems....anything can be a poem. well...i guess it has to go in a nice....curious way...

haha!! monkey!!
I had a little monkey
I sent him to the country and I fed him on gingerbread
Along came a choo choo, knocked my monkey coo-coo
And now my monkey's dead
Poor little monkey
...sorry :) manson song just came on.
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~candyrot:iconcandyrot: Aug 18, 2005, 11:28:04 PM
God.. yeah I feel that way alot.. hehe.. why am I laughing? Its so not funny.. :no:

Great poem. Makes me all explody happy.
~guns4jesus2004:iconguns4jesus2004: Jun 11, 2008, 6:43:28 AM
...that's...really pretty good. i like it. nice work.

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