my dark days

dark days born to die not to live but to live my life im becoming beond redemption a pointless meaning a heartless sensation smiles and hesitation a thoughtless geniration so we belong to a world out there screaming inside the life we hide bad dreams coming out of are minds dying to find and just to die yesterday people so different then are lifes dark days will it be ok in the grey changing us all to make a new day to make are only home in the dark where we belong living are lifes just to live are lifes
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Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
another one of my songs

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