The cold war
inside this shell -called me- lasts a cold warThe wall I built wants to fall
It must be stabilized
The chaos cannot break out
I wanna shout,
but everything inside me is quiet.
I wanna make headlines,
do revolution.
But the rebelism's asleep.
and when the rebels are asleep
I cannot feel
and when I cannot fel
I either cannot live.
Poetry by Poetry-poofter
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Written on 2008-03-08 at 23:23
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