In Ruins

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    In Ruins

    I want to bleed my soul.
    I want a resorvoir to collect it in.
    I want to dice it all up and seperate it.
    Put the demons on one hand, good in the other...
    Make them into pills and feed them to the unsuspecting.
    I dream in music. life is my symphony.
    I feel with sensation and hate with passion.
    I just want to bleed my soul.....



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    Madelynn commented on In Ruins

    12-11-2009

    Well this is darkly sweet!-Holy man, this is incredible. perfect. thats what this is! -Maddi

    JEAGLEFEATHER commented on In Ruins

    02-04-2009

    Bring it on! I love to clothe myself in darkness. This one wears well.

    dahlusion commented on In Ruins

    12-04-2008

    The soul is the dweller that shapes our rise into the universe

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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