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Kemistry's Thoughts
Saturday, 27 May 2006
Runaway Dream
Mood:  not sure
Runaway
far away from fear
Anywherefar
from here
Tell me when you meet me
Tell me if I'm happy
The path of my own
Lost again
Stranger passing by
A stranger from within
Dark paths
Blood spattered screams
Blue skies, dancing clowns
Turn evil in my dreams
I try to escape
Somethings near
I see myself
Tremble in fear
Toss, turn
Let out a peep
Does anyone know
Am I still asleep
Have I gone somewhere
Someplace like here
I can feel your soul
I know when you're near

Copyright (c) 2006 Kemistry

Posted by kemistryart at 4:41 PM
Updated: Saturday, 27 May 2006 4:43 PM
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Feelin' Guilty
Mood:  hug me
I've been feeling guilty lately
Guilty, you say
Why? I ask

I feel as though I'm wrong
As if I let everyone down except myself
Just because I choose to not conform
I may be broke but I'm happy
I may not dress like you, cause this is me
I'd rather fight for a reason
than conform for a paycheck

My tats and piercings showing
just for you to see
I will never hide them
just to be an employee
Some say it's a job just play their game
Part time conformist, full time shame

Did I forget to mention
Women is what I like
Fag, Dyke
Say whatever you'd like
I may get pissed
and want to kill you right there
But deep inside
I just don't care

Sometimes I hate you
All you do is make me feel guilty
I'm only finding my way
I'm only being me


Copyright (c) 2006 Kemistry

Posted by kemistryart at 4:40 PM
Updated: Saturday, 27 May 2006 4:43 PM
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Proud 2 be A
Mood:  not sure
Land of the free
Home of the brave
If that's the truth
Then I'm still a slave
Freedom of speech
a thing of the past
Peace of mind
Get it while it lasts
I have less rights than a felon
But I'm not locked up
You come here illegally
But I'm corrupt
You call me racist
I'm still like you
You call me immoral
Then so are you
If I'm guilty of anything
It's for being proud of our flag
To you and the Senate
I'm still just a fag
Fight, Fight, Fight
Kill, Kill, Kill
That should be our prayers
You should write it in a bill
I spread disease
and I'm going to Hell
When it's all said and done
Then all is well
Keep you daughters locked up
I'll surely turn them gay
I was created in his image
God must be gay

Copyright (c) 2006 Kemistry

Posted by kemistryart at 4:38 PM
Updated: Saturday, 27 May 2006 4:43 PM
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