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Alone at the End
Contributed by
brasco
on
Monday, 6th March 2006 @ 01:06:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I am all alone in this world.
Though crowds do often pass me by.
My life seems to have come unfurled,
In a shambled mess I now lie.
With no one to pick up the scraps,
I lay broken and destitute.
With my last breath my lungs collapse,
And my weak cries for help fall mute.
Now pondering my life thus far,
I realize it was a waste.
All that's left is an ugly scar,
My deep shame, and a bitter taste.
At last it has come to an end.
No more loneliness, no more pain.
Comforting death, my only friend,
I rest my head, for life was vain.
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brasco
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2006-03-06 13:06:16]
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Re: Alone at the End
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by johnnyX on
Tuesday, 7th March 2006 @ 10:56:53 PM AEST
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| yes, we all have dark thoughts. some are just more fun to read then others, this is one of them. |
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