Beauty in life,
Is also in death,
Balance it out,
With your last breath.
Sharper than a knife,
More hurting than a cut,
Yet easier to do,
Emotions wrongly shut.
So what if I see this,
Wrong things made right,
It's the way of the world,
And the way of the night.
So sick and twisted,
Poisoned inside,
Outwardly lost,
I just run and hide.
Past becomes present,
But pain remains pain.
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Howls of Loneliness
Basically just poems I write when I need to talk to someone but no ones there to listen...
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