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Staring at me, through the glass
a reflection of myself
but is it really me?

I look in closer and I
see that is not the real me
could it be?

But it is me and I see
I look ugly from taking these
How can i get free?

I like adding questions to the end of stanzas

Anyway, here is the next line:

Total overkill

Total overkill,
I didn't have to stab him after he was dead.
Really murderous,
That's how I felt when I saw him that day.

But
Did I have to go to that length?
I could have just tied him up
in an abandoned building
and left him there.
Total overkill
seems like the theme of my life.

Aren't relationships just great?

(All characters, actions, and feelings in this text are entirely a work of fiction.)

I didn't really like that first line. Not to offend, Waluigi.

Turning away from me

turning away from me
i see a bee being glee (i think thats an appropriate use of the word)

i say to said bee 'farewell to thee'
and he said 'stop talking to bees before they start talking back....'

haha i suck so much at this.......

how'sa bout

another day another dollar

Another day, another dollar
the same old routine
day in and day out
no originality

New day has come
a brand new routine
so much to create
the world is filled with life

wind sweeps across the desert

Wind sweeps across the desert,
blowing sand up,
eating out open eyes,
rubbing them raw.

Wind sweeps across the desert,
pushing me back from
my endless goal.
Where am I?

Wind sweeps across the desert,
causing me to weep
with tears of bitter
frustration.

When will this end?
The sand swallows me up,
mummifying my emotions.
We will do tests to see
how I felt as I died.

This desolate feeling

This desolate feeling
Has my stomach reeling.
Sweat covering my body.
I can really use somebody.

That was not good.

Today the war begins

Nemo, I thought it was good. It was a bit too short though, and I would've liked to see more.
_________________________

Today the war begins,
Today my arm will twist.
Tomorrow will be a rift,
so I'll wait for these
battleships.

Try not to lose yourself,
Because I know you need some finding.
Make sure you rouse yourself,
to start the search, so kindly
Pull on your jacket.
We need to go.

Trying to evade the bullets,
Trying to get there safely.
Don't get into a fight,
because I haven't seen you lately.

Those deep eyes

You are really good at this. You are a poet!

Those deep eyes.
Full of true honest tears.
They see right through me.
Creating all my worst fears.

I only wanted you to be happy.
But you gave your life away too early.
Now your whole life crushed before you.
You, staring at me with those eyes so blue.

Dont try running back to me,
Because, girl cant you see,
You left me behind,
With all the cruel words you said still lingering in my mind.

So there you are crying for mercy
But it aint working
You arnt going to get sympathy
Especially after what you did to me.

Im listening to you
With deaf ears
With those eyes so blue
They are so full of tears.

But now its time for me to move on
Of this i want no more,
So with all my brawn
I shut the door........

Those deep eyes
They draw me in
I try to fight the feeling
But to no avail
I am drawn in
Surrounded by them
I feel them getting closer
I am losing myself but I cant look away
Smothered by them
I fade away into those deep eyes

Your sacrifice was in vain

CD7 got ninjad by the neemster. I forgot to put my line
I tried to tell you

You are a poet!

You're the Neemster?
That's hilarious.
Not to offend, Nemo.

And no, I did not forget the next line; there's still an unused line.
but if you don't want to flip back again, the next one is:

I tried to tell you

I tried to tell you
but you wouldn't
listen to my advice

I tried to warn you
but you turned away
now you'll pay the price

Now I warn you
once again
please spare you life

or will it be you
ignore me again
but this time the cost...
is your life

The psychic wars have come

The psychic wars have come.
Don't force my mind to write these words;
I know everything.
It is confirmed that you know nothing.
You signed that document, correct?

Extreme concentration
has eluded my attention,
and I am no longer one
for thought.

Forcing them to slit their throats
by their own hand,
forcing them to the ground
binding their bodies
with chains of pure will.

Don't let me go

Hey, don't be a hater, dude. come on. Be cool.