Inhumanly Torn
Date: Friday, 1st April 2005 @ 04:11:14 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Elf
The day I was born
was a dark one indeed.
When my mother gave birth
to a wreched evil seed.
For I was dead
before I was born.
Yet I live
inhumanly torn.
The life I lead
is no life at all.
All that I live for
is Death's call.
Without a conscience
without a soul.
Yet cursed to live
d@mned in whole.
You live only to die
But I'd die just to live.
To have a conscience; a soul
Every and all I'd give.
Because I was dead
before I was born.
But I still live;
Inhumanly torn.
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