Dark Poetry #4 |
Fueling your end |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Must this life come to a pass without fulfilling- My envious heart? Must all my dreams crumble in front of me, Without recognizing my greed? Nay, I say to all this and more, as I touch Within, and discovered my dark core, Such passion is laid there, that hope has no room, Mercy is just a word not to be found anytime soon, Lay your eyes upon me if you seek this truth, Once buried beneath a mask made from my youth, My laughter quivers his heart above, And each heart is broken with just the right touch, This life of mine can promise only thing, And that is to bring you a misery in everything, Every moment you think less of me, Suppress me within your inner core, I devour your mind even more, And this life of yours will fill my heart’s desire, This is what fuels the devil’s fire. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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Russell8624 Member
since 2006-11-28
Posts 99Minnesota |
I liked this, but there some broken rhymes you need to deal with |
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