Treasure Island

Candice Renae Williams

(Jan.10 1985 / Martin, Kentucky)

Am I not?

I am dead, am I not?
Somewhere I left my heart.
I feel it waiting,
For a chance, when I return.

I am dead, am I not?
Somewhere I left my mind.
I know it's seeking,
For that moment, when I return.

I am dead, am I not?
Somewhere I left my soul.
I see it hiding,
For that destiny, when I return.

I am dead, am I not?

Submitted: Friday, March 25, 2005

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  • Candice Williams (3/27/2005 12:04:00 AM)

    Where is my mind?
    Where is my soul?
    where is my heart?

    They are waiting in a hiding spot seeking me.
    So I am dead without them. I can have no life until i find them and they find me. And in that aspect I am truly of the waking dead.
    ~LOL I amuse myself. (Report) Reply

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