Full Moon

Full Moon

A Poem by Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3
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Did this on the bus

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As the full moon rises overhead,
I lay in this coffin I call a bead,

My skin is cold and my heart is still,
I try to breathe but my lungs don't fill,

I lay there and realize my sin,
Long ago in a war I couldn't win,

What grants this movement, I do not know,
Maybe a power from down below,

As the full moon rises overhead,
I suddenly realize...

I am dead.

© 2010 Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3


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Added on May 22, 2010
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Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3
Rad!0Act!v3 T3ddyB3ar Z0mb!3

Stanford, KY



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I am a nut. And I troll. I write depressing poetry or whatever comes to mind. I may sound depressing through my writing, but I'm actually rather sweet once you get to know me. ^-^ I am a crazy rave.. more..

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