A Solitary Vagabound Poems

What a beautiful morning,
Golden sunshine so sweet,
I look out of the window,
And a friendly sun greets,
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I hate love...and I am scared of it....
because it makes me feel,
and it makes me fear,
and it makes me vulnerable,
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Black blood flowing out of my hand,
Dripping on the paper as I write,
I see it but I don't fear it, I feel no pain
In fact I am feeling perfectly alright,
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The strings of life seem strained,
All efforts seem to go in vain,
I've been in so much pain,
that I can't even explain,
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Whenever I look in the mirror,
I see the face of a stranger,
Sometimes its smiling, sometimes its sad,
But I can never relate to that,
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I feel the Stranger is chasing me down,
and there is a fear growing inside me,
The fear that I am the fake and he is the real one,
The fear that my life is not real but a farce,
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I used to be mad before,
But now I'm going insane,
I have been dreaming about this,
Whether I'm awake or asleep,
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He loved to sit on the rocks in front of the ocean,
beers by his side and cigs in his hands.
He loved to sit and think.
Falling down a spiral as the thoughts spiraled up in his mind,
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There are weird thoughts crawling in my brain,
Waiting to come out as soon as I pick up a pen,
hese thoughts are simple and plain,
Even then I'm trying to keep a restrain,
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