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dreams are shitWhen dreams become the sins of the soul
when hard work takes it's toll
on days when sleep is no longer an escape
when nightmears run wild on the dream scape
when the heart is heavy and can take no more
what happened to days when my heart would soar
when days are filled with emptyness loneliness and black
oh why can't i get my childish dreams back this governmentthere are many things in the world that piss me off but most of all it is this government
they knew going into the war that the economy would take a battering but without thought they have sent us spiraling into the red most of all it's not the rich that will end up without its us little people that will lose out.
as a self employeed business woman this is not on major companies are trying to save themselves by taking the little ones for as much money as possible without thought or consideration to the fact that it is food straight out off our mouths it is a disgrace Dark nightOn these dark nights the wind howels in my direction.
It crys between growels of desperation.
The ever wicked breeze tearing at my soul
brings with it the odour of violence and the faint smell of death.
The constant changing direction brings confusion
the highs of the gentle breath on your skin to the low's of the unforgiving storm it toys with your affection.
Relentless it will persue you across the globe chasing you until your last breath is exhaled to join it.
Forever circling chasing it's next victim. |
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