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Contributed by
Patch81
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Tuesday, 6th August 2002 @ 06:24:57 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The most vigerous pain precede's my veins
Of nothing to help me
Looking forward for the petulance
Into this bodie i seek
Nothing on earth can stop this now
Stop this suffering I am experiancing
I groan with untold nuisance
Overcoming the emptyness
Of my bodie, mind, and soul
The path i choose is long
And vacant to everyone
But me
No angel sit's on my shoulder
To guide me through the darkness
I have put myself in
You know what i can do
Is unlock my own fate
With the key i hold within
Take the light that grows
Inside me and let it burn
Theres nothing i flavor more
Than my own self to gain
The musical theme of my own self
Where does this reverance go
When im regurgitating my own insides
Into a pool of my own stupidity
The suffering i am occuring
Grows stronger into my vein's
Making my blood boil
Over the rim of life
I'm drawing closer to the edge
Of my own spirit's conclusion
If only i can be myself
I can cool of what boils
I guess im running out of time
Time i dont have
Time ill never get
Inside my own prison
Wasting the time.
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Patch81
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2002-08-06 06:24:57]
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by thorns on
Thursday, 9th January 2003 @ 01:01:06 PM AEST
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| very painful poem. powerful ending. |
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