I feel lost, I feel alone.
As the memory comes to life.
You took me, to torture me.
Into your own demise.
There is this power.
In my head, that takes control.
Through the darkness, I see you.
In my mind, there's no where to run.
But only my screams are heard.
As I see myself, killing the loved.
The love that I had, which steams in your hand.
The very hand that controls the whip of death.
How can I tell you, what my feelings are?
When I serve this dark abyss of a mind?
Who can stop you from destroying all who I know?
Will this force be enough to end you?
Or will they all fly away?
This is my own down fall.
Which you will never understand.
It's this evil that controls me.
That I've become a sin.
There is a boy, there is your enemy.
There is my own death, for which will watch.
All who I know suffer, in your hate.
Suffer for the cause, suffer just to end you!
But now I want to end this pain in my heart.
That you have twisted apart."
Author notes
This is a poem I made just for the thought of it, i really wnated this to be a song, but tell me is it or is it a good poem, it's really what life amkes poeple feel if they have personal issues, just me there are a few that I have.
Was it good?
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"Into your own demise.
There is this power.
In my head, that takes control."
Fantastic lines! These spoke to me, and really brought on the emotion that just leaps from the poem, sucking in everyone whom takes a simple glance at it!
Great job!
-Keni
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Thanks I try my best.
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great poem, keep`em coming.
demon
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Thanks
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good job, it would make a good song, belive it or not, the whole time I read, I thought of Cari and Yoshma, I don't know why, but excelent job.
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Thanks Jeri, but dude Yoshma saved me, Cari, it was a poem about voldmeort and Harry potter but I'll make poem for them
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