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(doesn't have a title)
Contributed by
deathbringer
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Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 06:08:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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These words .. so softly spoken
From my ... heart that was stolen
My dreams, remains, of tortured years
Who will be left to whipe away my bitter tears?
Words of sorrow , words of pain
Shout the truth - i have nothing to gain
There is nothing for me in life
Darkness in me shall now rise...
Everything my shreaded soul has felt
All the reasons that made my heart bled.
I don't really hate them , but i care for them not
All i want from life is to let me .. rott.
From the deepest Hell my demons now appear
To destroy my dreams , my feelings .. i fear
To make me devour other's love to survive
And make my hatred to forever thrive.
But i choose to die a painfull death
Than to be a god of evil like Seth.
It seemes that my purpose in life is to die
And to go away .. far from here to fly
To the gates of Heaven and Hell to awayt
To be one with my soulmate.
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deathbringer
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2005-11-04 06:08:49]
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Re: (doesn't have a title)
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by JenJen on
Friday, 4th November 2005 @ 02:10:07 PM AEST
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wow this is a really great piece of work
well done welcome to YPDC
email me if u need any help
luv
jenni
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