Messenger from the past

by stephanie   Jun 2, 2005


Living without a purpose
Lusting for perfection
Struggling with reality
Half with the shadow
And the other with the light
thirsting for a tot of blood
Crave for a life
Baleful hands embracing death
Only intention is eternal strife
Heavenly enlightenment above
Scorching hell below
all emotions left behind
Emotions come last
I'm the messenger from the past

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  • 19 years ago

    by GoddessOfWings

    Amazing amazing amazing. You've got TALENT! Your poem totally pulled me in, i was intrigued by it. 5/5.

    Gurdy x (GoddessOfWings)