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Wasted

Across the wastes he travels solemn
Seldom resting
But never sleeping

He has a mind but it is forgotten
Always questing
And often weeping

He cannot find the thing he seeks
Cannot remember
And doesn't care

The vultures of dementia shriek
Wait to dismember
Rip and tear

Do not feel pity for wayward souls
They've earned their plight

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On Wednesday May 11th, 2005, An Expired Member (6) writes:

Good work. Would make great lyrics to a song. :)

On Tuesday May 3rd, 2005, Trapped_with_Insanity (128) writes:

Damn.~Diviana

On Wednesday April 27th, 2005, Grey Lies (228) writes:

due to the fact of your relations to military...this describes the craze of a sniper...a very deep unique question of the sanity of one that imposes a settlement that is underestimated....a very emblematic write..nice

On Wednesday May 11th, 2005, Chimauron (119) writes:

lol no, I'm not a sniper... but I have been through some of that training. ;)

On Tuesday April 19th, 2005, An Expired Member (7) writes:

This has a deeper meaning meaning than what is actually written. Nicely done. -Tom-

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