Scratching deep beyond the surface,
The red consumes your fate.
Wanting this forgiveness, its gone,
Now its just too late.
You set these desires aflame,
This fire holds a darkened lie,
Your blood won't be tame,
When you shed the howling cry.
You speak in tongue of the devils mouth,
Trifling with pleasured eye.
This innocence no longer holds you,
Child you can now die.
The fortune of a thousand thieves,
Has not controlled your destiny.
‘Cause what you were in search of,
You never gave yourself.
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Written September 16th, 2005
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You wanted your readers just to sit staring at the screen and thinking don't you? Because that's what this one will do. Personally I'm still thinking about what you meant. I love symbolic poem that challenges one's imagination.
I do believe in Destiny, but I also believe that you make your own. And nothing can stop in teh way of fate or destiny. It's some hidden power that can drive you beyond all limitations. Is that what you were saying? Because it's what I think.
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Great Write
Beautiful, really really beautiful because of the darkness....Farewell, Lost Crow Child -
fanbloodytastic!!!!!!!! lol abigailxx
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Wow, this is very dark, and deep, I love it. A lot of emotions. Nice job, and best of luck to you, I hope to read more.
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