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NOTE-
all poems i write may come from me and my emotions, but i am not in any danger of what i may indirectly state in these. i tend to have a morbid style of writing poems.


tortoise and the hare
by tinyalienkid

nobody knows
where i am
but where i am
is the forest of the damned

cloudy skies
the moon cries
and with every waking moment
i fade away some more

does anyone care?
am i all alone?
will i ever find my way
back into my home?

the stars are shining
mother is sighing
father is lying
and i’m dying

life is death
death is life
but what
is inbetween?

a sheen
of lies
are bright
in your eyes

and blood
so red
tints your
skin

you don’t know me
you don’t care
but just know
the tortoise beat the hare