by xjennxoxportland, Oregon, USA
Jun 2011 234 Views 3 comments
everlasting purpose
I sit alone in this dark room,
Waiting for it to become my tomb.
As soon as i get the nerve,
This blade will truley serve,
Its devine purpose.
As the crimson blood spills,
My pain, which it kills,
Will be forever gone.
Waiting for it to become my tomb.
As soon as i get the nerve,
This blade will truley serve,
Its devine purpose.
As the crimson blood spills,
My pain, which it kills,
Will be forever gone.
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Posted: Jun 2011
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Comments (3)
Now, let me ask you a favor..... please DO NOT follow the instructions of this very brilliantly but DARK written piece!!!
Give us more! (But try to 'lighten up' on the context!!!) You're scaring me!!!
Do hope it's words only, and not actions... you have a great writing ability there
Next thought I do hope this is only a poem????