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My Very Own Hell
Contributed by
night_child
on
Monday, 17th November 2003 @ 09:12:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The deadened land
Filled with sorrow
Always bleak and gray
A never ending cycle of death and grief
Only silence heard
And nothing more
Now you may listen to the darkness of your insane mind
Listen to the evil that always lurks
Hidden in the corner of your mind
You are here to stay
For you can never escape from yourself
Nothing to do but re-live painful memories
They will only deepen your wounds
Feel the sharp grip of an agonizing pain
As it holds you night and day
Don't fight it
There is no relief
No cure
Cry your black tears
Never forget there is no one to console you
Bleed
Bleed your anguish away
The knife your only friend
Where is this hell you ask?
Well, my friend
It is in my mind
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night_child
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2003-11-17 21:12:04]
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Re: My Very Own Hell
(User Rating: 1 )
by Wrybod on
Saturday, 22nd November 2003 @ 12:30:20 PM AEST
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Yes I get such moments too.
Not all the time, but just like you
I've made up ways to get away
to somewhere else but they just stay
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