PRIVATE DETECTIVE


Sneaking in the alleys of darkness,
a Private Detective searching for truth.
Silenced night, as always sleepless,
ready to reveal, suppress the youth.

Mystery creature lurking behind
you and me and everyone.
Reaching out for a secret find
in order to prepare suicide gun.

Mister Private Detective staring into my eyes.
He knows my every flaw, my Achilles' heel.
Yes, my life is full of weights, heavy lies.
But isn't that what makes life real?

Private Detective reveal your identity!
Are you really that rough and vicious?
He shakes hands with me, says friendly:
"You can call me Mister Unconscious!"



Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2007-01-25 at 13:58

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Yes, our inner private voice, will always uncover our truths Daybreaker. Loved the style of this little confessional poem, so inwardly outward, so to speak! Smiling at both of you! Tai
2007-01-25