Dark Poetry #3 |
Truth |
Neala Member
since 1999-08-21
Posts 262Florida, USA |
You think you can rip me apart With your stories of your past All the truth pored out As you bared it all All it does is let me Collect the knowledge Of what makes you weak That you thought you make me scared You have given me full Contact to your emostions Or is this what your want Is it part of your master plan Where in the end You are a trator to us all You find pleasure In the deseption of it all Sometimes I wonder how you sleep It is a wonder really I see you walk around As if you got an hour of sleep I know the truth All night you roll in bed Remember what was done Your afraid of it Your scared it will come back I know the truth Do you have the guts To let it in It is what you do to us Cause you told me The Truth -Neala (Goddess of Sadness) |
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Amaranthine Member
since 2002-10-06
Posts 61ON Canada |
True you can't spell, but never admit that... just say you spell differently for artistic reasons! Loved this piece, it seems rather emotionally Machiavellian. Just my thing. Well done! |
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