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pikaroadkill — Writing Off My Summer Months
Published: 2008-09-18 05:52:52 +0000 UTC; Views: 108; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 6
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Description Take your cigarettes outside.
We need to segregate until we all feel sick.
We need to separate our differences until we all feel lost,
Like sheep without a shepherd to herd us

Take me back,
But not to where you found me.
Take me back to where I was in a past life.
Then lead me back,
But not to where you want to go.
Lead me back to where you were way back when.

I spent the summer months rehearsing
(For a part in a play not yet written)
For a walk-on role in a movie that's already been filmed.

I was writing my tale of a grisly end
(For a character that I have become),
But then I lost my only manuscript in a fire
(Ignited by your cigarettes).

I know I have been here before,
But was it just last week or in a past life?
While twirling toward a bleak demise,
I heard a shot ring out,
Then all was silence and darkness,
But that's no way to die.

I woke up in the lion's den,
But the lions had all been slaughtered,
And I held no weapon in my hands,
But there was a song in my heart.
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Comments: 1

Miss-Marinh [2008-09-18 08:27:13 +0000 UTC]

The eloquency of your words are absolutley amazing.

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