Needles of pain
Tears fall like rain
Blood that stains
I'm bound by chains
Enclosed in this darkness
Trapped among this mess
Unless he confesses
I'll be filled with these distresses
Here I die
And these tears I cry
As I'm filled by all these lies
I'll think of him during my demise
Please tell me what you think
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You write with raw pain and anger, Dear Poet.
And with distaste toward the one who put you there.
I'd hate to be on your bad side
This is a credit to your writes, Dear Poet.
Its simplicity and its darkness go hand-in-hand.
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Thanks :3
Heh the sad thing is I'm only bitter, but he's not on my bad side. I'm still nice to him. Go figure.
My bad side is much b*tchier and harsher than words *evil grin* I mean!---er...flowers and rainbows are pretty... >.>;
Thanks so very much, Sir Poet <3
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Wow
Hey, this is darrrrrrk. I get alot of images from this piece seems to speak of some betreyal or something. I dont know if this is what it is about but its just my interpretation.
Good Job,
---Grey
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Thanks
Yeah sort of >.>
Something similar to betral at least.
Thanks again
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