Hmmm... since I like getting gold... here's an older poem...
Angst.
By: Ren
Fightful, Faithful, Painful
Hold this whisper close to your lips. Feeling nothing and loving it,
Either way.
Hate-ing this shutter running through your legs.
Anguish is better then seeing you,
Pain is so ******** better then
laying eyes on your face.
Perhaps, you'd like me better if I was
an alternative to the shade of grey.
Yet blood seems to line these cold
walls. Is that your breath clinging to the ceiling fan?
Anguish is better then seeing you.
Pain is so better then ******** you
laying eyes on your face.
Whithering in sweet scent of skin, and you
said you'd never touch
But a lie is a lie, when ever you turn the coin.
Let the troll dance for you in its garden of
shame. And maybe she'll drown tonight.
But that would be better, right?
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