Dark Poetry #4 |
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since 2007-08-31
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Upon the ravens descent our souls must be damned or repent for the freedom of life has blackened our hearts and the love in our strife will rip us apart has my soul yet darkened my art? and my dreams reveal my true feelings us a love that will end in despair the self-loathing that plagues my mind with th truth that nobody cares with the truth that no one is there trapping myself in my loneliness my mind becomes my tomb and yet no one has come to dispose of me my life, on the brink of doom a human a disgraceful creature of which nothing would wish to consume Rushing down the streets they cry, "Death to the Unwanted!" Turning in my grave I sigh, "The Unwanted are already dead." then suddenly and without warning I am thrust into the light and I have been given a reason By a man with the face of an angel, and the wings of that of a demon |
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