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A Passion for Death
Contributed by
shahan
on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 07:14:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I did not wake up from sleep,
I rose from the dreams.
The rotten smell of burnt fantasy
Struck hard on my shady feelings.
All of a sudden,
Tomorrow becomes today.
Alas! Prometheus-
The ever-isolated Prometheus,
You have to embrace the fire to die.
As what was dream
Or what is dream,
Sinks at the depth of reality.
Can I ever explain-
The pain- that has born
From my each drop of blood?
Can I share it with anyone?
My brain is made of fire,
I suck every bit of it.
All the wasted souls-
Let my love to live.
It didn't, it don't, it won't
Work at all.
I tried, I tried as good as I can
Yet they show me my failure,
I kill my emotion,
With my own hand.
Copyright ©
shahan
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2004-03-20 19:14:11]
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Re: A Passion for Death
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by Necromant on
Saturday, 20th March 2004 @ 07:27:04 PM AEST
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wow breath taking poem! Don't kill your emotions they are the fire of life. Amazing poem really enjoyed reading it great write
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