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self-abandonment

the darkness of my heart
gives birth to my poetry
my veins bleed of verse and sorrow
a deathly shadow is cast on my soul as i write
tears cried from my forgotten heart
for things in my mind that i just cant write
words lost forever in a mind so warped over time
my blood is a eternal scripture of poetry on its own
and the anguish of it all
persuades the rise of my madness
and forges death to my side

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On Friday August 13th, 2004, Mr King (623) writes:

tragic... when learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all... still the power is always in your hands... 1LOVE, Seth

On Friday January 9th, 2004, Johny_D_Lewis (607) writes:

haunting, don't go too crazy now hehe

On Monday August 18th, 2003, Nightingale (555) writes:

As used before, "vivid" is quite the adjective for this poem. Your words are well used, you weave them well.

On Sunday August 10th, 2003, Rebel_Angel (402) writes:

very deep and emotional. It's good.

On Saturday August 9th, 2003, An Expired Member (50) writes:

vivid..deep..good..

On Saturday August 9th, 2003, An Expired Member (71) writes:

i know what ya mean about "for things in my mind that i just cant write words lost forever in a mind so warped over time"

On Saturday August 9th, 2003, SageoPhoneus (147) writes:

I love how you use similies in your writing. This is very vivid and powerful. Good write.

On Saturday August 9th, 2003, Deliverence (799) writes:

Ah the force behind the writer...nice vivid description..-Kefka

On Saturday August 9th, 2003, boughtwithblood (296) writes:

you are neither your blood, nor your tears, and they don't write anything. i didn't understand "and forges death to my side" at all...

On Sunday August 10th, 2003, The Fallen Angel (289) writes:

she's saying her blood speaks for itself and tears from her forgotten heart is in other words her secluded soul "the real her" crying...think about it! As far as the last line haven't got a clue

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