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Monday, November 29, 2004
Untitled
 I praise the moonlight skies,
Thank Mother Earth for her lies,
And the wilted tree that died.
Your pupil glows dead grey,
In the heated month of may,
Where my worst memories replay.
I use to know fake from real,
And have a defense made of steel,
But now i'm bleeding from over-kill.
Your tainted and stained story,
Stole my heart, soul and glory,
And it wasn't even mandatory.
Black rose placed upon thy grave,
By your eternal bleeding slave,
Begging for you too be safe.
Now i try to rest myself at ease,
Never satisfied, never pleased,
And i wish for my humble release.
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The title is actually 'Untitled' btw. Emm a mix of things in this poem, but all of em dark haha. What else do you expect from me ^^ i actually like this one. Wrote it while listening to Damien Rice heh.
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