I'm empty inside devoid of happiness my heart beats to a soulless drum I walk with scythe and robe and wounder Across distance worlds inclosed in pain Shrouded in darkness and sorrow onto unending days until my brooding bell stops for enternal ends.
Shall their be a movement of sound and discontent Showing dynamics of love and hate. that is one encore I rather be without, like a deceptive cadence with no end.
But that is my life an overture of pain and a requiem of death.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
I wrote this poem like all others is to express my inner feelings and I went with it in a new way by expressing most of my feelings in musical terms.
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