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by Andrea Raquel May 30, 2008 category : Dark, fantasy / fantasy, mystical
It's my depression, My regression Into darkness, Into Hell. You never realized that past my still eyes, I was Wanting, but Unable to tell How I've tried to grow, Outlive my woe, But have become Still more unwell. A knife, a lighter, I'm not fighter, And not quite sure Just how I held Through thick and thin, the vines within, They writhe and kick And squeeze and swell. Yet still I'm here, I'm Paul Revere I'll warn you all; Yes, I will yell My sordid pain, The blood like rain This is how the Angel fell.
by benjamin
Great poem, i like the referance to the knife and the lighter .. but what does it actually mean ..
by Mike
Awesome poem i think it really speaks to those who chose to listen. maybe some inspiration can become of it? its talented in my opinion.
