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Devil's Work
Contributed by
lilblkcat
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Thursday, 8th December 2016 @ 11:31:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Doing the Devil/'/s work
In the shadows it lurks
It doesn/'/t change
It/'/s forever ingrained
The monster inside
What was left of me has died
It/'/s consuming, devouring
My soul in the corner cowering
Only blood will satisfy
It won/'/t stop /'/til I/'/m bone dry
And when I have nothing more to give
I have lost and there/'/s no reason to live.
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lilblkcat
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2016-12-08 23:31:06]
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Re: Devil's Work
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by hauntedscorp on
Friday, 9th December 2016 @ 10:12:27 AM AEST
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The poet in you is still very much alive and kicking.
Stay strong.
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Re: Devil's Work
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by duff on
Saturday, 10th December 2016 @ 06:16:01 AM AEST
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Just keep letting your words flow. You can definitely write. Keep pushing through.
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Re: Devil's Work
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by Invierno on
Sunday, 11th December 2016 @ 03:56:22 PM AEST
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Been there, friend. It ain/'/t fun. But know that if you WANT out, you can GET out. Sounds harsh, but you have to want more than what you are going through. It took a woman (married her to seal the deal) for me to pull my head out of my bass.
I so so so so so so feel for what you are going through. Writing it out, as said by Duff, is a way that has saved me. It can save you as well.
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Re: Devil's Work
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by softerware on
Thursday, 15th December 2016 @ 12:59:33 PM AEST
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Your poem bleeds rage and fear, and writing is the gift you have left to bring sway to your demons.
If not for yourself, speak fiercely for others. This poem is a doorway for the lost and your heartfelt
lament is a portal back.
Many will identify with your haunting words and find reason to rise where they have fallen. Keep writing. There is an abiding hope coming through to us in your eloquent lament!
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