Neon Black's Journal

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    by Neon Black on January 24, 2009
    scorched your torn waiting for more greyish clouds pass overhead inspirational words overheard vertical cries fall straight to the floor burry your heart beside your crown expecting to much from the wounded out the door again give this time takes whats mine whats mine whats mines I don't care settle in, close the door behind you fire, into ash close the jar let the wind carry as far as unjust. just close the door behind you give it time its all above you power, is power is power. the law of the land leading us to death brought by your wn hand they fall planes over head inspirational words led them to it believe whats behind you believe it's because of you
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    by Neon Black on January 24, 2009
    help me, dear god alls i have left is you with bloodshot eyes I try to peer straight thru passed the plastic people locked inside their own crooked mirrors passed repeated sounds of the same day by day fears i can't stand this i can hardly stand i cant handly this, fallen from your hand this stuggle drives me mad, but it's all i've ever had, held, thought of or known the only thing i've conceived, believed I'm distraught alone. have i been misguided deceived or is it faith or blind judgment who can tell a leap or a fall know one cares to know I cut straight thru, a bloody outcry for love i lost it today I've given up dear god he whispers as hes whole body shivers dear star he writes as his pen delivers with astonishing elegance tears fell on thin blue lines on the notebook that stored every unspoken story they sunk into page one and ran true to the end no blood no mess, no body no nobody a simple amend hes gone, no further not closer he simply never existed not in your eyes or mine his images were concived by you by me hes nothing what you want him to be he never existed your own reality in your own mind he tried to be, what was s hard to find on the highway he ran to, before he was left behind his mother seated quitly no exspession without fear as his father beat his sister untill blood became tears sunken eyes shallow breathes he can't overcome his emptiness no blades no pills no beer no thrills life seeking death what a game one i cant seem to win or lose, stuck in the middle i can't seem to choose. help me dear god he whispered in bed i want life were the last words that he said
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  • hi,

    by Neon Black on January 16, 2009
    I'm real confused...lol
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