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Thursday, March 24, 2005


Poem from my forbidden book
Consider yourselves lucky, this is something I never share with anyone. My book where I write everything, all my poems are contained in the book within my hands right now, poems no one has ever read. But I trust the people on here enough, that I've decided to post a couple, so read on, and here they are.

Night falls,
as do the tears
of the dead.
Beaten down by forces
so dark,
it penetrates twilight
and forces it to bleed
makign it's presence known.
The scars left behind
bind on another
we know eachother
yet no communication
will satisfy.
The night is gone,
the bleeding ceased
but the wounds will never heal.

there was one, now one more, I think. They are untitled, by the way, if you couldn't tell, lol.

Hell cannot be
an equivalent to this,
this place I call home
the halls I wander
endlessly lost
never to be found.
I pass few others
some speak
few get through
I can't stand them.
Sometimes I think
hell would be a heaven
compared to this place.
The damned have no say
in what I do
how I act
yet they insis
on continuing
my torture.

I am not fond of the second one, and these were written a looong time ago. Well, not really long but about a year ago, I swear I'm not this bad anymore, lol.




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