On This Cold Dark Night,
I Lie here Awake...

To Think Of It
I Don’t Have Her...

I Site Alone On This Beautiful Night
I Think About This Girl...

As I Sit In The Corner Of This Dark Damp Cold Room
Trapped With My Emotion’s...

As I Go On With This Life I Grow Weaker
I Have Moved From The Corner Of The Room...

As I Look Around The Room
To See What I Look Like In The Reflection...

As I Sit On The Broken Mirror With My Blood
I Look Around The Room...

Life Have Been So Shity…
I Have Done Nothing With It...

I Shall Always Be Alone
For I Have Nothing...

Its an old poem but i really like it for some...
In My Dream I See This Dark Angel Coming From The...

This poem is so much alike number 61 but oh well i...
When I First Saw Her...

I’m Like A Darkened Soul
Reeking With An Aura Of Darkness...