I hear church bells ring,
A reminder of faith.
Fire tears scold my cheek,
As they infiltrate my soul with hate.
I am surrounded by darkness,
Am left here to fight.
Searching for the reason behind this,
I wander the lonely night.
Constant bloodshed,
My eyes can look no more.
Wanting to save the world,
And find all that I'm living for.
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about all the pain in the world and how i wish i could help it
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A contest entry
- the black hole were your soul used to be by nobody knows me.
750 points, ended February 23, 2008, 39 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
what you think?
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You touch only briefly the tip of darkness. There's like this sponge you're holding and letting it drip here and there. Ring it out and let the emotion drizzle from it!
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Wow
Powerful final line there Tasha because right instantly in my sleep deprived mind I saw the image of a lifeless body bleeding its innocence out ands thus staining the floor of the church. any ways just a very unique well penned dark poem that really creates a very gruesom mental picture. keep up the good work 
your friend, Paul =)
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oooh wow this is very thought-provoking. i like the final 2 lines......how you phrased them. nice write!
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