10-19-2006, 03:43 PM
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erikestabrook's Mood:
Last Online: 12-02-2011 01:54 AM
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A certain kind of demise
there's a tunnel into a void,
shows forever make your choice,
there's a light, a hole,
a bartered soul, a bridge, a ledge,
and angels wings,
There's a voice that becons so,
reaches until you feel whole,
There's a plain that looks like
the best childhood days in your memory saved,
Should you give, you must decide,
either ways a certain kind of demise,
one of light, one of dark,
one of mystery when you part,
They say heaven is a pretty glow,
where everything is perfect,
well that leads me nowwhere searching,
I like the life here on Earth,
with kinds of strife,
I put my best foot forward and changed,
now I sit here in dismay,
This isn't easy,
I say that hell is more like home,
its not the fires,
or the devil eating at your bones,
See what heaven holds and still,
I'm better dead and have no will,
From both places, peopel I knew,
I'm not mistaken by my view,
it sounded easy, when they fed,
me dreams and reason,
now I see heaven holds a place for me,
though its not where I want to be.
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