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Wednesday, March 17, 2004


  

My Own Personal Hell...
Well, my forte is not poetry, I don't even know what my forte is, but I do sometimes make attempts at writing something worth showing to other people. This I'm not too sure about, but I had the urge to write this after the first few lines suddenly popped into my head. Anyway, check it out and let me know how it is.

My Own Personal Hell

In the darkness I do dwell.
So long ago it was, I fell.
Alone here I must sit.
The crime this does not fit.
I wanted to see the light.
But my sins I must fight.
Redemption is my eternal wish.
My sanity I do miss.

Alone here I still sit.
Slowly I do lose my wit.
My flesh grows frigid.
My fingers turn ridged.
On the stones my blood does drain.
Little will does remain.

Alone here I must lay.
Not a word I can say.
My skin does turn pale.
Redemption must have failed.

Alone here I still lay.
With my flesh worms do play.
In the darkness I must dwell.
Alone I must lay in my own personal hell.


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