Open Poetry #37 |
harsh |
lil_miss_punk New Member
since 2006-04-17
Posts 3 |
harsh Living in a nightmare with no way out The devilish smirks on all the faces around Send his heart into an outrageous fear His soul is tortured beyond belief His mind is filled With life's most painful question "Why must we all live Only to later die?" The harsh reality of the world's barbaric ways Toys with his soul Begging him to come out Begging him to die His soul now gone from this world Body still, skin cold |
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openthoughts Member
since 2006-01-16
Posts 94Where the child can be free |
here i see you taking a dangerous subject into gentle hands. the only thing rivaling its beauty is its power |
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