Hes bruised and broken down
But no one cares
No one cares
He tries to make sense of what this is
Its him
But its a circle of hate that he can't fight
Its an imaginary entity
He cries for something new to come
No one hears him
No one cares
Its because he knows better.
He's stands on his unbalanced ground
The tension is building up again
No one sees the fire before it hits
Like a tornado
He tries to justify what they've all done
He doesn't care
He doesn't care.
He gives up.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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This could be a short and the poem could be voice over dialouge.
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