Wicked walk,
and the devil's talk.
I will curl your hair,
and you will forever live in despair.
Take my hand,
I will take you to my land.
The dark and unknown,
you will be tortured by the thoughts of being alone.
Hold on tight,
it won't be a pleasant ride tonight.
Hold to the memories in your mind,
because thats all you will have after meeting my kind.
Smile once more,
for you will be slammed on the cold floor.
All you will be able to do is frown,
has you memories slowly drown.
Torture upon you,
as you do,
upon little ol' us.
I don't see any big fuss!
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Written June 1st, 2004
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yes i no that i commented this already.. lol but that is really good!! lol u have a great talent i swear!!! keep writeing hun!! i love ya tons!!!!!!!!!!
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wow this is mean dude, good write but damn i would not do that to my worst enemy. you got talant, but yeah you are dark sided. any who
laterz
ashley
keep writing
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hum... lol whos this about?? lol good write!!
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good job
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Intresting...keep it up hun
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interesting poem, with a very strong definite message to it. it was pretty good, and it seems like there was a lot of effort put into it. the rhyme is a little forced in places though, but that is just my opinion. overall however, i think this is a nifty little piece, nice job! ~tyrtle~
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