Darkness fills this room, the floors stained in red, is this truly a dream or am I really dead?
Void of light, the dark fills my head, visions of violence, wishing I was dead.
Confused and left along, no paths of forgiveness shown.
The black consumes me, it pulls me down, no words spoken, from this blood stained frown.
My final vision realized, no room for remorse, thrown out of control, death my one way course.
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
I'm in love with a girl that wants me dead. Her name is Ana and she lives in my head..
The leaf flutters in the breeze Moving away from home tree Following a new path Watch it go, just let it be.
Flowers fill the air With beauty you can smell Spring is here at last That's one thing I can tell.
She smokes like a blown engine. Not lady like but that would be my own opinion .Achieve my own dominion, ruling with an iron fist .
Where have I been. A mystery to ponder... Yet now I am back, from said place that is yonder... I have been away, due to deceit and lies... But now I return, with even more love, for you opuss guys =).
How we suffer for the whole, Which yet accomplishes zero. Mind and beast ripped to poles For a collective built by heroes..
Please take my hand And walk with me I'll show you things That you may not see We can lean on each other Your tears I will dry I will be your strength When you just don't want to try.
Down the jet stairs, Down with a scream. Catching the whispers But Losing the dream.
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