wailing soul inside,
burning to get out and step aside.
kepping record of really bad,
throwing out good and sad.
stepping out to watch,
with admiration seeing the body fall with out any life to clutch.
wailing soul inside,
terrozing the soul keeper to die.
vicious thought out of now where prevail,
spasmodic bombing through houses and steel rail.
as much as we see black,
life will end with out slack.
wailing soul inside,
it's taking over, might as well say goodbye.
Kevin Bearor 05/08/97
#26
Reason for writing:
Several days of depression and a week of school on a one day field trip with the talk of hate and other such subjects.
Birth sign: Not entered
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