Familiar faces crowding,
Lives spoiled day after day,
The crackling siren sounding,
Trying to keep us at bay,
The tension around us rising,
So thick, you can cut with a knife,
Darting eyes that are sizing,
Cut short was another quick life,
The line that was so long,
Is now just nearly a dot,
Someone humming a song,
Just a matter of time until, rot.
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
#youngwritershousehold It felt like someone was pressing on my lungs, tightening them, trying to make it impossible for me to breathe.
I feel it now. Now more than ever. I see the clouds. All stormy weather. The sun was out. But it's not here. I see the darkness. I feel the fear. Why can't this be. Another dream. A nightmare ride.
I keep thinking The world is going to end I keep dreaming And that scares me too. The world doesn't end in 2012 My world ends when I do.
Darkness is a funny thing. It hides in the light, just a blink behind.
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