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Darkness it consumes my soul,
as unsuspecting betrayal makes life null,
watch as i wither and die in decrepid decay,
my lifeless body in blood it lay,
old temtations begin to arise,
as a dull blade cuts and tears fill my eyes,
trust is something that is not given free,
but it was given to you; forgivness not my creed,
the blood forms along my wrist,
as the dull blade begins to slit,
watch as the blood; it trickles and red,
watch as a i slowly become dead,
once more watching down on my corpse,
it tugs at heart strings with a morbid force,
as i come to sitting blade to wrist,
i realize the love that ill soon to miss,
so i drop the blade and let anger arise,
i wish you were here to hear the torturous cries,
my soul lets out all the feelings inside,
betrayed by a brother, love seems like a lie,
but ill make myself believe,
loves true nature i will achive,
the blade of the past is droped down the way,
so that i may not experience cold blood days.
part two of the poem, wrote this a while back. enjoy.
 William Saint Claire · Tue Jan 06, 2009 @ 09:33am · 1 Comments |
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