DarkPoetry -|- Myrrhkuri the fallen one -|- Donovan Doyle

There once was a man named Donovan Doyle.

He suffered in silence from inner turmoil.

Growing older each and everyday.

Watching his life be thrown away.

"No one to talk to who understands me."

"The older I get the more people flee."

"FUCK IT!" he said "I don't NEED any friends."

"I was born all alone, I'll die alone in the end."

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On Sunday December 4th, 2005, veingo (590) writes:

HA, this would make a sweet tat. ^V^

On Tuesday November 29th, 2005, batman nipples (2246) writes:

He's dreadfully gorgeous. ,,rather like many the creatures rest in my head..though I could never pen them..May I pet him?

On Tuesday November 29th, 2005, Markus Porkwing (708) writes:

Scary guy he can probably kill me with only his eye.

On Monday November 28th, 2005, Raven (367) writes:

Aheh... very nicely done. Almost limerickish in the beginning, but it quickly expelled that thought from my head and ended with a bang of its own.

On Monday November 28th, 2005, Raven (367) writes:

...and the picture compliments the words perfectly, like oreos and milk. :)

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