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Self Indulgence
Binded in chains
Within this feeble cage
Bars of reality surrounding me.
Inside myself, a battle
Like a final deathmatch,
Black and white
‘Love’ and sorrow
Ceasing, merging
The brisk cold,
The stitches
‘love’ breeds sorrow
With sorrow comes pain.
Pain is ‘love’
The coming dark
Like a raven,
A raven of death
My heart ripped into
By a knife.
Torn out with an arm
An arm with a cold, dark personality
So everything else doesn’t matter
Not anymore.
Here in this world,
Almost mindless
- Title: Self Indulgence
- Artist: Chingrato
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Description:
A poem I wrote for a class of mine. I had to present it, and was taken to my guidance counselor. >>
This is a stream of conscious.
Basically you sit there with a pen and paper and write anything that comes to your mind. So thats what we did. Then I went back and edited it.
Enjoy. ^^ - Date: 07/16/2008
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- Xx_the_shiznick_xX - 01/02/2009
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lolz you got taken to your gudience councerler?
lucky...
my gudience counceler thinks somethings wrong with me without a poem - Report As Spam