As I wander on these streets
Darkness surrounds me
No eclipse of the sun
Not a shadow close
And I am all by myself
No one to hold my hand
Nor to catch me when I fall
But then I realize
I'm not alone
I hear their laughter
I feel their hands pushing me closer to the edge
The edge of my feelings
The edge of my life
The edge of my hope
And all I do is fall
Fall into the depths f my pain
The pain of my loneliness
I keep whispering
Until it turns into a scream
"The lonelier I get, the more I regret, was it all worthwhile?"
Repeating myself in silent screams
Silenced by the hand of this man
As he smiles the laughter stops
Instead screams of rage are everywhere
My hand rests in his hand
As he guides me
Guides me off the path of Darkness
But still nowhere is light
And I shed a tear
One tear
As I embrace the body of my deceiver
I see his face
And I realize this is not a man
The deceiver is me...
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Tales of my lonely self
I'm going to tell you in cryptic language about my feelings and my life. Most of it are poems, others are stories with a situation that I've been through. Don't judge them on how the are written, it's just my dark personality. Have fun reading it
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