Blank

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    The evil inside of me is here
    I'm meant to be this way
    A shadow, an enitity
    Never meant to love

    I thought you would care
    But I am always wrong
    what is with women; playing me?
    Why am I not suprised?

    The bitch I loved, screwed around
    and then it was done
    Her and I, never to love
    I wonder why this is

    The other one, was married
    There's another shock
    Fuck her to, fuck this list
    of what these people are

    The other one, I'm unsure
    But I cannot trust
    for she to, will hurt me so
    just watch for it shall be

    I am meant to be this one
    A shadow always alone
    Like a rogue, without a sword
    I travel the lonely road

    I'll find that one, I'll find her
    and I won't let her go
    I'll kill my past, for what it is
    I'm meant to be alone

    The fire rises, never clenses
    My soul is much to dark
    With my hate, with my anger
    I have no heads or tails

    I am me, that lonely being
    Meant to die alone
    Deep down, inside of me
    I wonder what I did

    Why must God, punish me
    for something I haven't done
    He's fucking twisted, fucking cruel
    He does it just for fun

    I am that shadow, I am that being
    Meant to be alone
    Anger and hate, surrounding me
    I'll die on my own.

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    AmadeusEx commented on Blank

    11-19-2009

    i love writing dark poetry...im never fully alive when im happy, existing in a daze of lackluster emotions....in fact, im never truly happy, the dark edge of my soul is impossible for me to run from , though its easily hidden. read some of my work and tell me what you think, my newest one is titled THE BLOOM OF DEATH

    bforibus commented on Blank

    10-17-2009

    it seemed to be an indulged neglect of one self. this character lacked inspiration of life except at one moment but even then they seemed confused and broken. great job at expressing this story

    Venom637

    10/17/2009

    Thanks.

    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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