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Since the day memorized
she has placed a soul deep in lies
Covered the grave and murmmered crys
She burried the soul six feet in time
No more pain and no more days
Where such a soul could be displayed
And such was the souls only life
but to be burried and burried alive
the pain could not dripp six feet down
The sobbs and the fears were not in the ground
and the soul with stapled eyes
well the soul breathed to defy
It burrowed its way so deep in lies
That it shook free from all the ties
It held them fast and strangled the crys
Then lived again in one rise
A rise that took the girl a whole
and made her repent to this soul
a soul so dead it should have died
burried alone and burried alive
The girl was moved in one last fate
Her soul was out for the heart to break
and break it would with to much ease
as it was burried and burried too deep
as it was crushed with six feet of soul
The heart broke
and so did the girl.
The soul left and left it alone
for a soul is no soul unless it has a home.
- Title: Wicked Me, Myself, & Sublime I
- Artist: jpat16
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Description:
This poems greatest influence is my mother, grandmother, and myself.
While being around others we learn more about ourselves. This is extreemly difficult for the diffrences in what the heart, soul, and mind all want. And so what happens when the wishs of all clash?
I hope to lead you into this myth. - Date: 12/12/2008
- Tags: wicked myself sublime
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Comments (4 Comments)
- Sn0opy_L0v3 - 02/24/2009
- its nice
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- nekoluffer - 12/13/2008
- its okay ^^
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- ryuk00 - 12/12/2008
- nice
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- Evk - 12/12/2008
- it reminds me of zombie's idk y thought
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