I just found this thing i wrote in 2009.... and i felt. like getting other opinions on it... so...
Turn the dead bolts on them doors. Jam them up real good. Get your finger intertwined with the metallic shine. Glaze your eyes towards the attachments. They blame your roving eye for the insolence. Never, did you become the ';dead bolt';; never did you have to bare the obscenities of life. I was your crutch, your back up guy. Protection is what they bring; security is what they behold to us, pompous narcissists. We glide into our luxurious cars, ride away into the night sky expecting those dead bolts to protect us, our belongings our life. Too trusting we are, too vulnerable we are.
Dead bolts what can they do, but blockade the door from intruders. Intruders not only in the physical sense but robbers who rob us of our self worth, our beliefs, our motivations. Robbed, left to shatter into a corner and ball uncontrollably. Tears you say, quite childish to shed tears, but the only way to overcome and let out our insecurities is through shedding tears. Tears fall as realizations of what someone has done to us or what we've done to ourselves. Look at her she weeps and weeps, they ask her why fair child? Why do you weep? She replies, ';For I do not know, this world is slowly self destructing and I myself will go down with it as well”. They gawk at her. They think poor, poor, girl how could you think such wretched things. She must have an oppressor, or she might just be mad, purely mad. Ahha.. insanity is everyone's friend ; scratch friend companion.
I know there are a lot of grammatical errors.... but oh well i'll fix it later...What else should I add to it/fix it? (free writing) OPINIONS.. Ideas?
fix yu head with what yu all yu have and then screw it like that dead bolt.
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