He bloodied his sword. And for what? Revenge. Now what does he have? Nothing. He wasted his life plotting, waiting to strike. Now what is he going to do with his life? It's to late to start a family. He sold his life for Revenge. He sits there alone in the darkness. He has no one to turn to. He regrets nothing. Denise everything. The days pass. He slowly withers away. The days feel like centuries. Once he's dead, who will care? who will mourn his death? who will lay flowers on his grave? No one. No friends. No family. He thinks he won. But in reality... he Lost. And now with his last breath he whispers "I win". And now he's a wandering spirit. Walking the Earth Forever more.
FIRST POEM! i would love to know what u think ^^
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its a journal.. big woop.
its just a journal. u'll be hearing things on wats happening in my life and possibly a few poems
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