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~Hands of sin~
Contributed by
inkmaster
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Tuesday, 12th January 2010 @ 04:47:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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~Hands of sin~
Thoughtless jesters race through
My mind, lost without hope, lost
Without time. The darkest of dark,
Drives at the thinness of my soul,
Causing me to loose all of my,
control. Eaten alive from the inside out,
Not a single word left to fight the bout.
Rhyme and rhythms evoke me to ,
The point of not being human again.
Treading in the abyss lost somewhere,
Under the loving hands of sin,
I make a play and fade into the night,
To live deep within the darken days again.
Inkmaster
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inkmaster
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2010-01-12 16:47:20]
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Re: ~Hands of sin~
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by deadwriter on
Wednesday, 13th January 2010 @ 06:15:50 AM AEST
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Great job. Darkness does hold such power.
Deadwriter
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