Don’t shed those tears,
I’m a soul that you’ll devour.
Don’t play my fears,
Now they’ve all turned sour.
Because I’m a trip away from a world,
Where stars can reach the sky.
So beautiful is the swirl,
Of the spiral in my eye.
I’m reaching out in hope,
For a world that’ll soon be gone,
Empowering the scope,
In those memories that are torn.
So beautiful in this death,
Is the unopened flower.
No darkness is conceived,
When I’ve lost all the power.
Stretched out in contempt,
Clothed in my own blood,
The sin has been spent.
In this world so cruel;
This death will make me beautiful.
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Written September 30th, 2005
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I don't think death has ever been portrayed in a more devine sort of way. Maybe those are not the exact words to descripe what I'm feeling, but it's hard to say.
The world had turn so ugle and sour that death no longer seems like the end. It's rather a gateway to another and better beginning.
Very good poem with a catchy flow that's sure to captivate. -
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wow! this is truly breathe taking! -
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wow! this is really good I like your flow keep writing.
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