The Death of Me

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    The Death of Me
    The hurt the pain,
    Will it ever end?

    Blackness all around,
    the Sun has been blotted out.

    Destruction! Waste!
    The bleakness of this black hole
    sucking me in.

    Can you help me?
    Can you see me?
    I am a mere mortal and the emptiness...
    It fills me.

    I am beyond repair...
    The life I have chosen,
    has become the death of me.

    I once had a heart, but I let it die.
    Only to love... and then to lie.

    Can you help me? NO!
    I must live in this place,
    it is my own creation.
    A life without grace...

    Just let me be,
    I will be fine.

    I live in a place,
    where I am sure I will die!

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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