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Dark Poetry #1

DarkDitty1

DreamEvil
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since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

0 posted 1999-10-01 07:57 AM

Conscience rolls my soul in broken glass,
then salts my wounds out of spite.
Sinking into a guilty morass,
this pain is wicked delight.

White-hot needles drive into my brain,
scorching my conscience with fear.
Desperately I try to go insane,
as consequences draw near.

Snakes of jealousy roil in my gut,
crawling much deeper inside .
Every tie to this life I have cut,
even those I view with pride.

Guilt makes molten metal of my bones,
slowly cremating my soul.
Not even death for my sin atones,
for guilt is what makes me whole.

©1999 DreamEvil

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Now and forever my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©

Echo Rhayne
Senior Member

since 1999-09-17

Posts 1495
Canyon Country, CA

1 posted 1999-10-01 08:05 AM

I am at a loss for words...The last two lines 'Not even death for my sin atones,
for guilt is what makes me whole.' Just made me go WOW, cause that is so...true! I am still at a loss for words here, but this is excellent!

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~*~ I write to know I am alive ~*~

JennyLee
Senior Member

since 1999-09-01

Posts 1461
Northwestern, NJ.

2 posted 1999-10-01 09:37 AM

What can I say ??
Darkly and richly done !!
As Always...

Jenny

Dragoness
Senior Member

since 1999-08-07

Posts 513

3 posted 1999-10-01 10:44 AM

Excellent!

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Set you heart free and your mind will follow.

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

4 posted 1999-10-01 11:45 AM

I cannot truly express how much joy this piece brings me...quite inspiring. Thanks, Dream.

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Michael Anderson

I could not love except where Death
Was mingling his with Beauty's breath -
Or Hymen, Time, and Destiny
Were stalking between her and me.
EAP

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