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Posted by Matt on Wednesday, February 26, 2003 at 16:06:17 :
'The Comfort Of Chaos' (still under construction, so positive criticism welcome.... personally im looking at getting rid of the slightly cheesy rhyming scheme and the boredom-induced Plath line)
Scratching onto metal like a helium bomb
The endless love for your face changes a tear to a gun
I blow the world into perspective
I find colour and shape
Finding sympathy for boredom
And a first world state
The truth is never enough, tragedy is more than my life
I find it sitting in a corner reading Plath with dry eyes
The world I see has all gone
The spinning circle of hate
Twist into something corporeal
With a metallic fate
The comfort of chaos , a planet of space
The thing we’re all searching for, I see it on your face
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