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I Hate To Sound....

Many times I awake at night scared I've lost my breath,

How petrified I have become, the fear of facing death.

The cigarette smoke and careless days have not shaken me,

Maybe I feel invincible, the light I refuse to see.

I enter the funerals of those I've lost, asking myself why?

How quickly we go through life without realizing we die.

I don't want to sound dark but it's the truth, can you face what's real?

I don't want to sound empty but it's my youth, this is how I feel.

Seeing so many exit the doors, did they even know?

What did they feel at that last moment? Where did they go?

A box for them laid out for all to cry amongst themselves,

Another day, another page to put upon a shelf.

The memories and dying dreams, to each I hold inside,

I wonder if they watched me, why I screamed and cried.

I hate to be the pessimist, but that's the way I feel,

to be able to see through the mask and to face what is real.


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The following comments are for "I Hate To Sound....."
by krazirenee

Dark and Sweet

Very nicely done. Wonderful words expressed the fear of death quit well, enough to capture and almost frighten your audience.


( Posted by: Drastine [Member] On: April 28, 2003 )

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