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In The Grey River
In the grey river
dazed and misguided
fell in from above
made a splash
then went down stream
left my loves on the bank
in the grey river
seeing through hazy eyes
foggy waters
drowned when it got
too deep
in the grey river
left my heart on the river bed
washed away
Man
It is me no more, The man who knows no sadness.
It is not me, It's that man I used to be.
That man, Untouched by misgivings,
Who rose above the dark tide of worthless self-pity,
And the constant itch of discontent; Which haunts me now,
In every crevice of my hollow shell.
Burning, longing, aching; grasping on my every breath.
I am a new man, and so,
Just as a monarch to their fortunes, or a beggar to their penny's,
A leech to a dead limb, or a mother to their still-born,
I cling to my precious self-pity,
I wallow in its warmth,
I bathe in its petty words,
And my new man, he has darkness,
Where my old man,
He had nothing. 'Man' contributed by SD
The boy who ate his heart.
The boy who ate his heart,
spent to much time,
tearing it apart.
He wanted everyone to see,
his point of view.
But he didn't know what,
he never knew.
Told his friends,
his inner most feelings.
Pushed those far away,
even further.
He always thought,
he was hurting.
But he was hurting their hearts,
as he ate his own.
They listened because,
he was that boy,
their friend.
His own fiend.
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