Sabotage

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  • Dark Poetry

    Sabotage

     I want to run from here, leave the world as I know it behind
    My cares and my burdens are blind
    In limbo I pray shall I go
    My troubles are more then you know
    Life teeters on ropes made of twine
    Death has only to make up it’s mind
    But death is a day in my head
    Were demons draw blood with poisons instead
    Sabotage is my only skill now
    To damage my life for only I know how
    My demons created are never much fun
    A product of my imagination

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    Vincent commented on Sabotage

    07-31-2009

    Wow, what an imagination, dark and interesting. well done. smiles Vincent
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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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