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All I Keep
Chris

All i keep
is broken dreams
and nine fantasies
that try and creep
into my mind at night
when i try and sleep

and all i hold
is this dull candle
that dims when handled
in this cold hole
i call my secret scandle

then the bell tolls
and im traped in

a scandinavian atrium
of hatred and sin
that makes alienation seem amazing
when compared to this basement
thats incased my existence
from within

for instance
with out this pen
and a pack of cigarettes
id resort to all sorts
of violence and pretend
that the actions i portray
or copistic in everway

id never stray
from the path of disaster
i would take
and the pain i would cause
would make satan
take in the forsaken
with pain pills

the screaming derranged
will never stop
the bell tolls for whoever mocks
my problems come in flocks
so where is my chepard
probably lost in this closet
i call my thoughts.


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