death
Like a thief in the night Careful to be never caught out I creep in, take, and get out Nobody gives an ounce if I was there They always blame somebody else I creep in slowly Like a snake sliding down a tree Whooooooosh! Gone with the wind Never coming back again I’ve got no respect I fear no one I come and go as I please I do and say whatever I please Nobody can stop me! I’m invincible I inflict fear into the hearts of my victims Then I swallow them like a machine Kicking and screaming… Or acceptive and quietly I always get my way! © Zux.2005.All rights reserved.
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zuxmania
As far as I can remember, istarted writing poetry when I was able to take pen and pen and scribble something. At that time, of course, I wasn\'t that aware of the power of what I was scribing. I met guys of McJurni's calibre, they resurrected that...
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