the dark reaper appears as im sold up the river dont pay the ferryman as the angel of darkness falls upon the death of love hell opens its gates showing me the torment within needles and pins scratching my brain as the dagger tears my heart leaving my brain a mess sleeping virtually impossible the begging of pain in the torment of my heart angel of god help me as the mourning begins darkness beholds me my darkest hours
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
days without sleep working out were it went wrong without an answer
nice one my friend. I felt the pain. It's always the mark of a man how he climbs back out of his personal Hell. This touched memories, even for the Dark Man. Thank you.
rapturecapturekerry, Kerry IrelandMay 9, 2013
Hi Darkhorse
I can relate to your wonderful poem in every aspect of its pain and sadness
darkness beholds me my darkest hours
Well on the brighter side...things can only get better so chin up and the sun always shines on a brand new day
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I can relate to your wonderful poem in every aspect of its pain and sadness
darkness beholds me
my darkest hours
Well on the brighter side...things can only get better so chin up and the sun always shines on a brand new day
Thank you for sharing your heartfelt thoughts