BLACK SPOT
Oh my God - you're here again!
Didn't I tell you to leave?
I haven't got the time to host you now,
I'm busy to mourn, to grieve.
I know you wanna get me out of here,
but I've stayed here for too long.
If I were to leave this spot -
oh, everything could go wrong.
I have this itch that's killing me,
and I know you could get it gone.
But dear, you are a company,
and I'd like to be alone.
Like and like, oh what a word,
I think I'll throw it away.
What do I like? Do I know?
Oh, I couldn't say.
So here I am, in a place of black,
where nothing is what it seems.
I've lost track of time, track of me,
I've lost track of all my dreams.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-09-22 at 18:14
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