voices in my head they tell me everything will be alright.
the music in my soul tells me iŽll be ok.
the Newborn iŽve become.
Angry and violent
stolen to the new world
that iŽve fallen in.
this path not chosen.
oh no i didnŽt choose.
the Newborn grows
Hungry
for Blood
for Vengace
it suffers
since its lack
of love.
look what youŽve done
the monster i have become.
now dying in my own hell
i call
ALONE.
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Comments
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Seems I'm not the only one that's rebuilding themselves...
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Thank you for this entry, and I wish you all the best,
Love,
jin -
this was very interesting, i loved the thoughts behind it and wording
a great write
and a great title
lol
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This is a very refreshing poem of an unfortunately sometimes overdone idea. Congratulations! I like it.
(You seem to have a problem with apostrophes, though. And you put capitals everywhere but where they're required. but those are details; they don't matter, I just thought I'd point them out. I hope you don't mind.)
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