Did I Die Valentine's? The evidence is mounting in favor of, that I Did Die Valentine's, the best way I can describe it, the way things went sounds Ludicrous, I would not believe such things if I heard, so much that is untold, inside I hold, because I have no proofing, nonexistent, and the most I can hope, feeling emotionally empty, is that never ever find that I did Die Valentine's. Thunder in the skies at night, and the tears of the Angels are falling apart in my eyes, did I Die Valentine's? Why the Storms seem to be mine, and I don't know how, when, what, where, I was taught some of the skills I possess, but since the shockwave of light, my face in mirror, I can't recall if my eyes had life left in them, maybe I never woke, and I in my own bubble of all I know, in and out people seem to go, and why they tell me things, they can't get rid of, then again, could be as I said before, everything we see,feel, do, happens only when it is percieved it to, Did I Die Valentine's? Can't get out what wasn't put in, but I can't recall a beginning, I just have a before and after, and the grueling hours, trying to capture, anything, something that seems to matter, but since light of white, every thought is a shattered, scattered and sounds like a madman's talking, so I don't know and all won't be heard, due to the fact it sounds absurd, I must have Died Valentine's.
PAT Paxton
ThasociallyinsanePoet Did I Die Valentine's? The evidence is mounting in favor of, that I Did Die Valentine's, the best way I can describe it, the way things went sounds Ludicrous, I would not believe such things if I heard, so much that is untold, inside I hold, because I have no proofing, nonexistent, and the most I can hope, feeling emotionally empty, is that never ever find that I did Die Valentine's. Thunder in the skies at night, and the tears of the Angels are falling apart in my eyes, did I Die Valentine's? Why the Storms seem to be mine, and I don't know how, when, what, where, I was taught some of the skills I possess, but since the shockwave of light, my face in mirror, I can't recall if my eyes had life left in them, maybe I never woke, and I in my own bubble of all I know, in and out people seem to go, and why they tell me things, they can't get rid of, then again, could be as I said before, everything we see,feel, do, happens only when it is percieved it to, Did I Die Valentine's? Can't get out what wasn't put in, but I can't recall a beginning, I just have a before and after, and the grueling hours, trying to capture, anything, something that seems to matter, but since light of white, every thought is a shattered, scattered and sounds like a madman's talking, so I don't know and all won't be heard, due to the fact it sounds absurd, I must have Died Valentine's.
PAT Paxton
ThasociallyinsanePoet
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